Social Justice Poetry: Written In
By James Butler
My brother are you still there?
You’re not what I thought you were anymore.
Why have you forsaken yourself?
You’ve broken all the mirrors in your house.
Your reflection in blood stained diamonds.
The blood of your own people.
You don’t fight anymore.
Who deflated your heart that beated with the pride of a king.
Do you hate me now?
Do you hate yourself?
Why do you settle for your situation?
Is this comfortability what makes you happy?
Oppressing yourself doesn’t turn you into the diamonds you long for.
Look at your skin
You’re not what they want you to be.
Please don’t be sad
Those tears should be cherished for your happiness you have yet to discover
You are not broken yet
I still feel the passion your ancestors gave you
This is not the path you long for
Don’t become the product of willie lynch
Stop staring at the sun
Become what you were meant to be
Black Face is no kin to me
The stuff you hear on the radio isn’t my stereotype
I’m better than that
And so are you
No longer be the puppet controlled by
A false sense of a good life
Love how you Loved once more
Become who they don’t want you to be
Become what you have always been deep inside
Rise from your ashes
This grave built for you is unfitting
The epitome of the horse that wont be kicked to the ground no more