tumblr fam i been failing y’all
writing has just been so difficult these past few months…
let’s link up.
hey tumblr, i’m in NY wasssuhhhh
(you see, i see, we)
white people see me
so white people kill he cause
white people fear we
the only thing white
people don’t realize is how
much they need we.
i looked in the mirror
and i realized
i like the shape of my eyes
i like the tone of my skin
i like the way that i laugh
i like my crooked, half grin
i like the way my mind works
i like my flaws and my quirks
i like my dreams and my thoughts
i like me a lot, a lot
the only thing i don’t like
is how much i like you
cause you can’t realize how much you’re being a fool
you see, why i like you
is why i like me
and that may sound selfish, but i mean we’d agree
we’d enjoy the same things
minds would mesh, words would sync
everything that we do
could multiply them by two
so it unsettles my soul
that you trying not to know
when i just want you to see
there’s more to you and me
than unwritten history
so if you give me a day
just a day, not a date
to show you why you and i would make great mates
i think you’d like the shape of my eyes
and i’d like the tone of your skin
and the way that you laugh
and you’d like my crooked, half grin
i’d like the way your mind works
you’d like my flaws and my quirks
we’d like each our dreams and our thoughts
we’d like each other a lot
cause i like me a lot
and you like you a lot too
so let’s like each other… aight, cool?
hey anon, glad to hear you’re ready to change the world.
as of right now, like, immediate action, i’m still not sure what I’M doing, other than raising awareness at the moment. i definitely support those raising money, sending down supplies, etc. In terms of going down to Ferguson, I think we should all go if we go with a purpose. If we all just to, to go, with no plan of action, no organization, no structured unity and arrangements, i think we’d be putting ourselves at risk for unnecessary chaos and unwanted police brutality. I think, however, if we can organize ourselves, go down with a goal, and task ourselves with responsibilities and duties to create change, i think then will a mass gathering be effective.
my girlfriend and i currently laying out the framework for an organization that we hope will be composed of young, black individuals ready to fight the war against injustice and take down all structural oppression.
trust me, i’m ready, friend. contact me off anon if interested, i’d love to keep you posted on our plans and exchange ideas if you have any to change the world.
also, if you’re black, if you’re young, if you’re educated (or want to be educated) and want to tear the injustice that this country is built on apart, and you’re interested in being part of something new, something big, and something revolutionary… and especially if you’re in the D.C. metro area… hit me up. we’re entering a new civil rights era, and it’s time to stand up and play your part.
the revolution is in the hands of everyone reading this post right now on social media.
the revolution belongs to youth.
this era is ours now.
are you ready?
follow me on twitter @blvcku for non poetry (and poetry) related thoughts and happenings of mine
How can I be racist if I work with blacks
How can I be racist if one sold me slacks
I’m not racist I’m just like you. I’m best friends with a black or two.
i’m not racist, you see, it’s just a preference
i love eastern culture and its women’s deference
the west lost its way with no room for clemency
If I love Asian women, how’s that white supremacy?
i’m not a racist, i can’t be, you see
my great grandma’s grandma was part cherokee
plus one time i got called “cracker” to my face
don’t we all bleed red? i don’t even see race…
the realest poetry on tumblr i’ve ever seen.
the story always
remains the same, it’s just the
characters that change.
Two boys, not even
ten, worryin’ ‘bout getting shot
before life begins.
National Moment of Silence for Victims of Police Brutality, U St., Washington D.C. August 14, 2014.
Photo and Haiku Cred: Vanessa Newman