Poetry Slam.

War On Black Boys

You Have The Right To Remain Silent.

Anything You Say Or Do At This Point Will Not Really Matter Because Your skin Color Has Already Confessed To The Crime.

You Have The Right To An Attorney.
Who Will Try His Hardest To See That Justice Is Served

But A Jury Or Your Peers, AKA Our Attorneys Will Have  Him Outmatched 12 to 1.

If You Cannot Afford An Attorney,

One Will Be Provided Free Of Charge Because He Is Also On Our Payroll.

Do You Understand These Rights As They Have Been Read To You?

Woah Woah Woah!

Don't Move!

I See You Reaching For Your 9mm Wallet.

I See You Reaching For Your 38 Caliber Inhaler.

Woah, I Said Don't Move.

Stop Breathing

You're Puffing Up Your Chest

I Feel Threatened.

Stop Resisting Arrest, Is That A Weapon?

Lay Down!

No, no, no, no

Face Down.

No, no, no

Face...
Ground.

Bang, Pow!

🎶Oops I Did It Again🎶

I'm A Pop Star,

No, I'm A POP Star,

No, I'm a Cop Star,

No, By The Time I Get Back To The Precinct,
I Will Be A Rockstar.

Clap For Him

I Have More Trophies With Black Names On Them Than BET Award Winners

Clap For Him

I Will Probably Be Honored At The NYPD Award Dinner

Clap For Him

They Are Going To Throw Me A Parade

Clap For Him

Cuz When I Clap For Em, They Go To The Grave.

Black Boys Cries Fall On Deaf White Ears.

Black Mothers Tears Keep Graveyard Grass Green

And Black Men's Bones Are The Gavels With Which Judges Finalize False Convictions

Wake Up Black Boys!

It's Time To Declare War.

I Wonder...

If Trayvon Martins Mother,

How She Feels, That Her Son Is A Household Name

And He Is Not A Household Body.

I Wonder...

If Freddy Grey's Family Can Still Say Grace Over Their Food Even Though Their Prayers Could Not Stop The Thief Who Robbed Him Of His Last Breath.

I Wonder...

When Tamir Rice Died Playing Cops And Robbers,

If He Still Saw The Former More Innocent Than The Latter.

I Wonder...

If Black Women Feel Closer To God

Because They're Steady Having To Lay To Rest Their Only Begotten Sons

I Wonder...

If Black People's Skin Got Darker Because We're Closer To The Sun,

Then How Many Years It Will Take Us To Grow Bullet Proof Skin Because We're Closer To The Gun

I'm Tired.

I'm Tired Of Going To Funerals Where Babies Are Being Buried In Boxes Bigger Than The Ones They Used To Put Their Toys In

I'm Tired.

Of Not Being Able To Say See You Later To My Friends

We're Steady Practicing Our Goodbyes Words To Eachother.

I'm Tired.

Of Not Being Able To Tell My Girlfriend

"Let's Wait still We Get Married."

I'm Scared She Will Walk Down The Aisle And See Me In A Box Before She Sees Me In A Tuxedo.

I'm Tired.
I'm Tired.
I'm Tired.

Because I'm Forced To Stay Woke

In A Society Who's Laws Are Written As Lullabies To Black People.

I'm Tired,
I'm Tired

I Wonder If America Will Be Alarmed

When She Wakes Up And Sees Black Folk Ain't Sleepin No More

Because The American Dream

Is The African American Nightmare.

I'm Tired.
I'm Tired.
I'm Tired.

Because I'm Forced To Stay Woke,

And If I Fall Asleep,

I Might Fall Asleep Forever.

- Kale Nelson 💕