Nojusticenopeace Stories

Educating yourself and supporting the movement, all in one book.

BLM ACAB EAT THE RICH WE WONT FORGET THEM POLICE BRUTALITY IS A CRIME

It's a poem written around the time of the Baltimore riots. I was just telling how I felt.. I hope you enjoy

THIS IS A FREAKING JOKE DANG

All the things going on in today's world Wealth Racism Sickness , etc But all these things need a solution and here's mine

I make a random chapter everyday for the whole month of June 👍

With the rise of oppression towards people of color , the ongoing police brutality, the lack of justice and peace, this social justice movement book speaks on the division of people all together,how we need to spread more love. In the words of Dr. Martin Luther King, "Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that."

Jayla's twin brother Jahki is her second half they have a bond tighter than glue, soon Jayla's world goes into turmoil when she witnesses Jahki get murdered in cold blood by two police officers. Through all of the pain that Jayla and her family and good friend Kareem have to face they do everything possible to make sure Justice is served for Jahki. © 2019 MIRGOTDAJUICE

I am 32 years old right now, a breath away from 33. I will be the same age Roxana Hernández Rodríguez was when she died. This is not history. This is my generation running out of birthdays. In this book, I explore the beauty and pain of age, of women's lives cut too short and the men that held the scissors. I am writing from inside the years that they never got to complete. The simple truth is that most women in this book were just... women. Living their lives, raising their children, doing their jobs, sleeping in their homes, playing video games with their families. All brought to a short and sudden stop. Yes, this book is poetry, but it also is pain transcribed into words. Pain that needs to be documented meticulously, the way we used to describe exactly how we got our boo-boo's so our mommys could kiss it better. Only the children affected by the losses in this book won't grow up with their mommies. These women have enough on their shoulders without being labeled as good or bad, as hero or villain, as innocent or criminal. They all have one commonality: they were in America when they were killed. Most were born here, but all died here. Land of the Free, and the Home of her Grave In my book, this means I have grouped them together, and given each a lament, songs for American women, American even in death. They were the victims of men, one and all. But it's more than a man, or several, or more. You see, it's a system. And it will take a lot more than mere reform. At the end of the day, it has happened again and again. Time after time, the United States of America proves there are for more than 32 women, so I saved a poem for Her, #33, Tomb of the Unknown Woman. The United States of America murdered these 32 women, and still stands... Undimmed By Her Tears.

To the guy I gave my everything to. I hate you. I hate you for turning me into something I wasn't, I hate you for playing with my emotions and last but not least I hate you for making me hate you. Chanei was everyone's best friend. She was the girl that was the life of the party, the girl that had everyone's back through thick and thin, the girl that was brutally honest but loved to love. So what happens when she meets Daniel who completely changes her life forever and turns her into a spiralling drug addict who loses control of her life, her degree and her friends and her family. This story is about me.

Here. Here is a story where I want to here your opinion on 2020. Especially the murders of people who are not white. Please read this.

No words can express the loss of another human life. While we didn't appreciate or value them, does that mean no one else in the world did? If so, then does no one value us?

Its time for us all to WAKE UP, don't you think? Brothers and sisters, gather around. I've posted some links/YT channels with valuable information. Open the story to view.

Black lives matter, please help by signing petitions linked within this "story"

a bunch of shorts and poems that I write all of these will be on the topic of racism, police brutally, injustice and so on.

This is a book that names victims of police brutality, whether their cases have been justified or not. This is my way of supporting Black Lives Matter. I don't care if 1 person sees this or 1 million people see it. What matters is that I helped to spread information during the time we need it most. If you are reading this story, thank you and please remember these people in our fight for equality.

NO JUSTICE NO PEACE, ✊🏾✊🏻✊🏿✊🏼✊🏽 black lives matter