Poem by Marcellus Williams
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call script to urge the state not to kill him
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Don't be afraid of letting her take the lead. Trust that she's making the right decisions.
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How to be a better ally to brown communities and issues!!!
Boost and share our posts and stories.
Educate yourself about the issue/issues at hand from people that are a part of the community experiencing it first hand.
NEVER EVER TELL A PERSON OF THAT COMMUNITY HOW TO REACT OR FEEL ABOUT A SITUATION!! that’s just white entitlement and tone deaf
Acknowledge your privilege and educate yourself on how to help instead of hurt with it.
Acknowledge and accept that you as a white person will NEVER EVER EVER feel and experience a situation as deeply and emotionally as a brown community. Generational trauma is real and we feel it.
Be respectful at protests, we want peace and equality, being a twat during call to actions and protests backfires on us.
Learn the best way to support us and our causes when the time comes.
We do not care that you’re guilty for what your ancestors did. You wanna make it right? Support us and unlearn the oppressive behaviors that you were taught.
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don't we all bleed the same color?
don't you feel the same pain
don't you feel the same sadness
were we not brothers and sisters and neighbours
before the world told us
who we should be?
before they told you to hate on color
before they told you to hate on religion
before they told you to hate on each other
who were we before the
hatred?
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And when you narrow it all down
Sift through all the memories
You’re still the only one of your kind
You’re a rarity that is met with distain
You cannot scrub the shame away
The pigment left behind
From your foul blood
Is a constant reminder
That you are not the same
You are not welcome here
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The day will come when the only worry of a Palestinian grandparent will be their grandchildren stumbling and scraping their knees.
One day, hopefully as soon as possible, the greatest fear of a Palestinian child will be the test they didn't study for.
I hope that soon the Palestinian people will have the privilege to worry and fear trivial things like not getting their favorite spot on the train, or their friend who only plays sad songs no one knows taking out the ukulele at a good party.
I wish for every single Palestinian, as I do for every oppressed person in the world, the privilege that every human should have, to only have to worry about inconsequential things and for their biggest problem when they go to bed to be the pillow that makes their neck a bit stiff in the morning.
For all of this to be possible the first thing that needs to happen is a ceasefire, and the second, which must happen immediately after, is the end of the occupation, the restitution of all those family homes stolen by settlers and reparations. Maybe only then will the world be able to start paying back a fraction of what we owe the Palestinian people for all the strife and grief and pain we were complicit in.
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I will not shoot myself
In the head, and I will not shoot myself
In the back, and I will not hang myself
With a trashbag, and if I do,
I promise you, I will not do it
In a police car while handcuffed
Or in the jail cell of a town
I only know the name of
Because I have to drive through it
To get home. Yes, I may be at risk,
But I promise you, I trust the maggots
Who live beneath the floorboards
Of my house to do what they must
To any carcass more than I trust
An officer of the law of the land
To shut my eyes like a man
Of God might, or to cover me with a sheet
So clean my mother could have used it
To tuck me in. When I kill me, I will
Do it the same way most Americans do,
I promise you: cigarette smoke
Or a piece of meat on which I choke
Or so broke I freeze
In one of these winters we keep
Calling worst. I promise if you hear
Of me dead anywhere near
A cop, then that cop killed me. He took
Me from us and left my body, which is,
No matter what we've been taught,
Greater than the settlement
A city can pay a mother to stop crying,
And more beautiful than the new bullet
Fished from the folds of my brain.
Jericho Brown, Bullet Points (2019)
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“Y’all love to say black don't crack, yet you shatter our melanin like glass.”- unknown
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"Now, I do not understand
Why God don't protect a man
From police brutality.
Being poor and black,
I've no weapon to strike back
So who but the Lord
Can protect me?"
-Langston Hughes, "Who But the Lord?" (1949)
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idk how anyone can look at the DNC's zionism, mishandling of covid, refusal to move on codifying protections for abortion rights or the transgender community, border control, police funding - look the fuck around at all the shit that has been happening with a dem in office, how can anyone look at what it is currently like in the us and abroad and claim that this is what it'll be like under trump so make sure you continue to support the DNC and don't do anything that could possibly impact their chances of getting biden elected again
i'm so fucking sick of it, of this willful and blatant and so fucking self-righteous ignorance.
yknow when someone describes current conditions under capitalism and then calls it socialism or even communism? that's libs with calling conditions under DNC leadership 'trump's america'
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We held hands for ten minutes while we sat up on the moon. I counted three shooting stars, and we kissed on our little cosmic picnic.
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This is something I wrote when I was 15. Please I was young and the world is more woke but I thought it might be interesting.
Don't mix my mother told me.
I was shocked.
My mother had head black friends and at the time i thought she wasn't a racist.
She said to me that i can be friends with a skin of another color.
But if i dare to touch them, letting their black skin ruin my white skin pale as snow
That i would not be treated like the human i was treated before.
I feel as if my mother does not understand the word
Love.
She sees that love should only extend to a certain point.
I argue with her, telling her that my beliefs are different, that my opions and point of views were different so the conversation wouldn't continue on and so i could make a point of where i stood.
But i was soon told that my beliefs were just phases and that i had been raised different-to believe in the family beliefs.
Because beliefs and range of thinking ,to them are tape that they put up as you were in the womb. But what they do not understand is that this generation has taught me over my mother's words that you should love who you love, and not judge on the base of someone's skin, where their from, or who they love.
Because love is something that no one can control. So why fight against it?
Why not let love be free?
I was told not to mix.
I was told i could see but not touch.
But mother, i am not ok with this.
If it is someone i love i do not care what “colors” you said they will leave
Because once my heart chooses who it wants and this world was destined for something great
Than your racial beliefs.
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1. “Books -where if people suffered, they suffered in beautiful language, not in monosyllables, as we did in Kansas”
– I Wonder as I Wander: An Autobiographical Journey, 1956
2. “My soul has grown deep like the rivers.”
-The Negro Speaks of Rivers, 1920
3. “Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.”
-”April Rain Song”
4. “Hold fast to your dreams, for without them life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.”
– Montage of a Dream Deferred, 1951
5. “Ever’thing there is but lovin’ leaves a rust on yo’ soul. An’ to love sho ‘nough, you got to have a spot in yo’ heart fo’ ever’body – great an’ small, white an’ black, an’ them what’s good an’ them what’s evil – ‘cause love ain’t got no crowded-out places where de good ones stay an’ de bad ones can’t come in. When it gets that way, then it ain’t love.”
– Not Without Laughter, 1930
6. “7 x 7 + love = An amount Infinitely above: 7 x 7 – love.”
– The Collected Poems, 1995
7. “…the only way to get a thing done is to start to do it, then keep on doing it, and finally you’ll finish it,….”
– The Big Sea, 1940
8. “Frosting
Freedom
Is just frosting
On somebody else’s
Cake–
And so must be
Till we
Learn how to
Bake.”
– The Panther & the Lash, 1926
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CW: Politics, LGBTQ Rights, Native Rights, BLM
I'm tired.
Tired of waking up with nightmares in my head.
Blood boiling. All I see is a future that is just so...
Disappointing.
I'm tired.
Tired of explaining the basics of right and wrong.
I'm sick
Of people who preach love like it's some moneymaking gimmick.
I hate social media.
The hate spreader's Mecca
Ruiner of relationships and
Box of pandora.
If you hate Black people, the LGBT, and Native Americans,
Unfriend me. I never
Want to see your face again.
People spew things
you'd never thought they'd think.
I see some posts and
They put me on the brink
Of insanity.
It's insane to me
That people born on a pillar
Don't care about their neighbor
Who's born six feet deep
God Bless America
The land of opportunity
We love our brothers and sisters
While we build our hate army
Of microaggressions,
"I can't pronounce your name"s
And "are you Mexican?"
It's insane
That you say that
You love everyone...
Except him. And her.
And them.
You say you love Jesus
But you voted for a man
Who's the devil,
Or the second coming.
Depending.
And he may not be that bad,
But he's a catalyst
For every swastika on a Jewish school
For every "Hail Hitler"
At Fiddler on the Roof
But thank God he's the
Spark of conversation
That makes you realize
Exactly who your friends are.
That makes your skin crawl
In the middle of the night
Or wakes you up with dreams
Before first light
And you realize you can do nothing.
You're like me,
Taking a pen
To your social media feed,
Giving Pandora her afternoon tea.
What can words do if you have a gun
They'll run.
Blood splatter red.
After all, they can't oppose you if they're dead.
So out we go and vote
Use our right to change
But every time we vote
Everything stays the same.
This time, it was an election of firsts,
But how many firsts until things get better?
Every time we vote,
The swamp gets wetter.
First Muslim, first gay man,
First woman, first Native American,
But how many is enough?
Can these warriors,
Armed with pen instead of sword,
Kill a hydra?
Can they prevent another lynching
Another shooting
Another Hiroshima?
I'm tired.
Of explaining privilege to people
Born with a silver spoon
Yeah, you had to work hard,
But the system made you immune.
I'm tired.
Of seeing
12 Shot Dead
On the 6 o clock news.
All I can do with this pen
Is make people angry
Whether at me, a snowflake,
Or the system that built me.
Pandora, let's open it,
Your box. Where's your key?
While I shout into the internet,
Another American Soliloquy.
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