Ain’t Nun Peaches and Cream
A Black and white color scheme
My hands are in the air
A gun which held me to be static
A gun being pointed in my face
A bullet has no name
Dark skin, bright skin what skin is my right skin
Am I really black?
Or is that what I was told and listened to
My life in your hands
The act of demand
Looking real spiffy and clean and realize my shoes are killing me
We wasting time we blaming them but its black on black crime
You breaking the same law and expecting not to pay the same fine
Black dark
White pure
Why do people have to be so insecure?
Black man shot by a white officer
I was just getting my wallet please officer
In the streets of New York City
“I can’t breathe”
She can’t breathe
We can’t breathe
Mexican, African American, Spanish is race all you see
I dare not say the pledge of allegiance because this is not the land of the free
Eric Garner
Trayvon Martin
Sandra Bland
Amija Coleman
We continue to protest to let our voices be heard
They want us to be silent
I refuse to be quiet
Our justice system is all messed up
They’re our voice
I have a voice but it’s not being heard
Do I need to yell so y’all can hear me?
I know y’all are thinking why she is angry
Cause my feelings are now starting to escape
My own brothers and sisters putting things together like scotch tape
But we losing too many lives got me thinking and contemplating
Am I next in line?
When I look at the news I swear I be filled with devastation
They taking us out one by one no hesitation
I continue to hear all lives matter
Just because I say “black lives matter”
Doesn’t mean yours does not
We need our president to make better decisions
Yes black lives matter ‘cause we’re the ones being imprisoned
I was put in this very universe to be someone’s gift and blessing
No matter what shoes or clothes I have on I don’t wanna be flexin’
I just want to be equal
I want the killing to stop it’s continuing like a sequel
My skin is not only black but tells a story about our pain in the past and also
The glory
Yes I am black
No I’m not mixed
Some might call me light skinned
Some may call me “Twix”
But why?
Why can’t I be me?
Why do I have to be labeled?
If I was to be you, we’ll see who changes the fable
Stereotypes and labels are the issue on the table
Why are we not stable?
A crime is committed and what does the perpetrator get notoriety
Man y’all got on blinders
What happened to this society?
Feel like I’m living in fear, doubt and anxiety
Let’s stand up ‘cause I’m so tired of stressing
BLACK EXCELLENCE
We all stand for different things we something like the scientific elements
LET’S STAND UP TOGETHER AND ALL STOP BEING ARROGANT
Grade: 9
Washington, DC
Virginia
Stephanie Powell Watts
To become a journalist and inspire younger youth to raise their voices
My mother who is very supportive as well as nurturing