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dear Black Brothas,
the sun rose without many of you today due to some form of injustice.
execution style in public.
bluntness.
they have some ***ing nerve to tell you
to forgive and forget.
after they constantly fail to admit
that they're still killing you
in front of the world,
stealing you
from your families,
and instilling in us
that you my Black Brotha,
aren't worthy.
-to live and breathe this air they claim is theirs.
on this land they claim is theirs.
they want you to still ask permission.
they trippin.
they mock and chastise
you for selling CD's
and "loosies"
to feed ya families.
Alton Sterling. Eric Garner.
my Black Brothas.
you try to turn the other cheek and
Dream of Mountain tops.
and they still hunt you like prey,
because you decided
to wear a hoodie that day.
Dr. King. Trayvon Martin.
my Black Brothas.
they kill you like animals
and then tell the world
you were already animals
and expect you not to
behave like animals,
or be enraged like animals.
it's outrageous.
you were done the injustice,
yet YOUR past downfalls
are what's on the news.
Mugshots.
after multiple shots were just pumped into your chest & back.
my Black Brothas.
Dontre Hamilton. Walter Scott.
they fill you with holes
and leave the community to
fill in the blanks.
they hang you on trees,
like leaves, for folks to see.
and then tell you your anger is too loud.
they advise you to watch in silence. be docile.
they want you to be tamed and timid.
they criticize you for being broken,
while trying to bend and break you.
"hands up, don't shoot"
or sink
my Black Brothas.
Mike Brown. Emmett Till.
they open old wounds and
pick at your scabs
then open fire when
you open your mouth
my Black Brothas.
it ain't easy
but we stand beside you.
we see your struggles,
it is our struggles too.
we see as they try to defeat
and deny you of your rights
to what's left
of this God forsaken country.
the country we built
until our hand bled and our backs cracked,
until our souls cried and our skin rot and dried,
on the poplar trees.
they didn't just try to kill
all of the you's,
they tried to kill all of me's.
they killed our people like sacrificial lambs
and then talked about it in their bedtime stories.
His-story. Her-story.
Sandra Bland. Rekia Boyd.
my Black Sistas.
we have to Unite.
it's never been easy for us,
but we can make it easier on ourselves.
dear, Black Brothas.
