Sneakers, gym shoes, my father call them gymmies. Nikes, Jordans, Jays ; i love them
Its funny; its funny how our most cherished items embody our greatest struggles.
Any black man from your cousins to uncle.
All of them -like a comic book super hero they fly in with a swoosh!!!
We dont even tie 'em up anymore, we wear our shoes loose. With that elited nike sign.
On my feet its the only thing that can resign.
Everyone of us has a pair.
But we never think about the despair...
How, we as a people FOUGHT to end oppression.
Yet our demands cause TYRANNY and support the depression...
That it brings
"Let freedom ring" or at least thats what we sing.
Yet, i still cherish my Jay's
Standing here a hypocrite dreaming of better days.
Nightmares of sweat shops filled with haze.
We sit here with our sneakers chained together...
Linked forever and ever
By our nikes, our Jay's
Linked
And in different ways
WE US...Are still considered slaves.
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Poetry for the Soul
PuisiI write, I write, I write I write away my sorrows. I write until my words run swiftly into my dreams, Through my nightmares they run smoothly along this page, Leaving a trail of ink that will one day fade. No matter how this page may end contorted...
