Wednesday, October 4, 2017

We Are The Youth




We are the youth who rise up one day at a time
carry the world on our shoulders like atlas held up in the sky
so each time that we sigh, breathe, scream and beg for our lives
then the earth starts to shake and thunder roars our cries.

We the youth feel a pain each time one of us dies
it’s a cut to our souls like a stab in the side
it’s that heart wrenching ache that you feel when you cry
sobs that sandpaper our throats our throats burn like wounds filled with lime.
will someday sort out your wars and forgive you for your crimes
we watched continents divide as you drew lines to separate and when
asked to fight your battles we willingly crossed the lines as bait
million times

we have asked for your help but we got no reply
we were thrown away from, the nest like birds learning to fly.
But, we fell straight to the ground .where sirens echo our shouts
and right here on cracked concrete you let us cry and bleed out,

our blood feeds the streets.
So now babies with guns aim blind and shoot fast!
so we kill and we are stunned by the weight of a gun,
a cold metal piece known to expose ones like swot analysis on fragile
hands that are shaking from the fear we don’t understand, we are
stunned.
there is no death more tragic than the one we can avoid
a child dying of hunger while grown up’s play with their toys
every dream we lose a sight of another of us is destroyed

we are the youth who rise up one day at a time
understand what it means to be part of the city but to never be seen
we exist ,in shadows in messages written on walls
see the poetry we write sprayed in black urban sprawl,
hear the words that we scream as we climb up on the stage
you should fear our emotions because we are so filled with rage
but, we want to calm down.

See the change that you say can exist
if we somehow agree to engage in a movement an act that can unite us all
if we take the first step then the rest will follow
so to undo what you’ve done now,
we’ve got to create, to take back and push forward find a way to translate
to the world and each other that greatness is our fate

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