Kings of the FutureA Poem by lovejulez03They say ‘o little beauty with your light light skin… You didn’t grow up here and you don’t know where we’ve been Don’t act like you know about living in sin And don’t act like you know how it feels to start all over again The sins of our fathers have lead us to this place We do what we have to These folks don’t let us live outside of disgrace To that I respond with ardent compassion ‘You cannot judge me for making no noise.. You cannot judge me for my lack of hood thinking And you cannot judge me for my absence in the penitentiary I do not judge you for your lack of understanding We grew up in different worlds, but we still want the same things We want to be loved, we want to feel pleased, We all want to fit in and rid ourselves of this disease They think for a moment and continue with added certainty ‘o pretty young thing with your black white hair… You know nothing about the hardships or what it was like there You have no idea because your mama was white You had what you needed and you didn’t have a hard life I let them finish, before interrupting It’s a sad, sad thing when you think others cannot feel something In response to their words, I hold my head high And this is what I say… ‘I know something about your hardships because I too love And I too feel pain I know a little of what it was like there because empathy is my friend And I choose to pay attention Just because I didn’t live it doesn’t mean that I am ignorant Just because my mother gave me black white hair And you see my light light skin Doesn’t mean, under the surface, there’s nothing there O dear brother, please don’t be so harsh I want only to uplift you and guard your heart They laugh in my face now while touching my cheek Their eyes hold insulting pity Along with blazes of indignity ‘Who is this girl with the light light skin and black white hair Whose mother was white and has never lived there?
And never had to fight? Knowing their thoughts and knowing their minds, I give them a smile with only my eyes And this is what I say… ‘You cannot help where you’ve been But you can help where you go If you weren’t given a chance back then Then let’s just start over and go with the flow Don’t be a statistic, Choose to be more, Hold my mind and go with me O beautiful black prince With your black black hair Rise up to the top and be a king And your queen you will find there © 2013 lovejulez03Author's Note
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5 Reviews Added on June 5, 2013 Last Updated on June 5, 2013 Tags: african-american, black, struggle, racism Authorlovejulez03cedar rapids, IAAboutWith all of life's intriguing ups and downs the only constant for me has been writing. It's refreshing and stabilizing. It offers me refuge from myself at times and refuge from others. I hope to publi.. more..Writing
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