To the child who grew up around violence and pain. The one that watched their family crumble; watched their people slain. Back in the day a black man was killed. No big deal. "He was probably on drugs," "Just another dead beat," They always profiling your brother's as thugs. I know you just wanted a good life for yourself. Give it sometime; don't let yourself be tore up on a shelf.
To the young teen, polluted by society. Gettin' their hair straight, and good grades was a priority. Tryna be big, tryna blow up; be something in this world. I know you get brought down from your "high horse", you don't got a choice. But let me tell you, hold on a lil' longer. I swear you'll have a a voice.
To the young adult, struggling for their family. Keep pushin', keep pushin' till you're living life happily. Forget about the people tryna bring you down. Tell em "one day i'mma do something profound," Believe in yourself before anyone else. Have your own back. Fight for your rights. Live your own life. I promise you'll be alright.
To the elderly person watching the world through old eyes, not quite ready to say their goodbyes. Times have changed, here in the 21st century. You've left a legacy, all for you children to see. Hearing the news "Hey, the first black president!" watch it again, black people still getting killed like we're a toxicant. "Racism is over! We got a black president!" AKA a black figurehead, working for militants. We may have gotten ahead in the game. But someone's always only a few points away from the end. We fight till the game is over, we fight till we win.
J. Seymour
12-7-2016
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Book Of Oneshots
Randomwell...i don't exactly have a novel together but I am in the writing mood! Here's a collection of oneshot stories and maybe some poetry.
