You can hate me, sistah;
You can hurt me brotha;
you can try to kill me or even do so, my black people.
Destroy my name.
Lie about me.
Steal from me.
Fight me, but ...
What man or woman can give you eternal honor?
What special rights do you earn for vandalizing my body?
Is your blood more precious than mine?
Did the Creator give you heir to His throne?
We as people of color are connected to the one mind, one life, one spirit, one power whom is the Creator.
Why don't we act like it?
Just like we would do for our own children when someone has done them wrong, the Creator will always take care of his own, for vengance is his and only his!
Reason for writing:
The reason that I wrote this poem is because I was having problem with a girl at school and instead of trying to continue the discorse I decided to try to stop it. So I wrote her this poem to remind her that we shouldn't be fighting we are all the sam and very much related by where we come from. I told her that I wasn't going to be a part of a problem that society needs to take control of. I am now one of her colosest friends.
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