Death of Teen (Whiter Against Blacker)SOUTH AMERICA- Born to the confederate flag where black lives doesn't matter to it.Death of Teen (Whiter Against Blacker)7 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Year after year, videos are released showing more and more videos of blacks and whites hating and killing. The only rule of these stories, kill or be killed.
Attorneys only care for the publicity.
In Chicago, the southern hatred starts to spread.
Racist officers slowly come to terms with facing charges. Their history of fear only comes from what their racist genes tell them.
This is no autopsy. This is an opening of a wound that will pain others forever.
IS ANYONE ELSE NEXT?
Videos strike the fear. Bullets falling on the sidewalks. Police ignore the bullets. The bodies feel the bullets.
Lawyers move away from families. Cities become less popular.
More videos are released. The judges view them too. Mayors hardly take action.
"It was the last day of school, and I was walking with my dad, preparing to leave. Suddenly, he paused, looked at me intently and said, 'Son, you're a black male, and
Just hold meJust hold meJust hold me6 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
You don't have to talk
You don't have to act
Just hold me for a little while
So all the broken pieces will stick together
I dont know why or how
But I'm falling apart
Hold me close
Because I need your love now more than ever somehow
I feel your love
It's calming my restless mind
You look into my eyes
And suddenly I realise
I don't need anything else
Because all this time
You were all I needed
ConfusionI don’t know what i am or who i am, i love like any other being, Ive read the bible and all its restrictions, sadly its so hard to fulfill them,Confusion19 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
I’m confused and insane, theres no nothing to say, i do love but i think theres no other way, to explain that I’m trapped, in this worlds sticky glue, and my parents they have such. . . particular views, i want to love and trust myself, sometimes i wish i was able to compel, the fact that I’m unsure about these strange feelings, oh world. . . why must you kill me, its a pain to admit that I love . . . just a bit, do you think I’m a tad sick?