Born Free??

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Born Free??

Nine whole months my mother nurtured me
thinking once I’m born I’d be free
but this country has a plan for me
they branded me with a target
and planted seeds subliminally
they start off by labeling me in school
it’s not in a child’s nature to sit still for hours
but they change the narrative because they hold the power
I can’t see myself pictured in any of the books unless it’s February or the images have labels of thugs and crooks
White washing history, not allowing images of our greatness before slavery to make their way to me
Inoculating my body and indoctrinating my mind
Then have the nerve to blame my parents for why I have no culture or pride
They poison the food
and set the mood for my down fall
dreams get shattered and scattered
across sidewalks littered with trash and filled with shadows
shadows of people meant to serve and protect
yet they look awful suspect, when killing someone based on the color or their skin
oh wait they fit a description once again?
freedom can only be used loosely
police step on necks where those nooses used to be
bullets end lives quicker
because the earth is so much sicker
so my brown eyes cry every day since my birth
knowing this cold world doesn’t see my worth.
~micaiah
5/14/2020
©MYD-Dreams LLC

Hil

never can say good bye
even after a year it still seems foreign to try
I remember being awakened from my sleep
to cries that you were now resting in peace
for a second I lost touch with reality
Could this really be true
but I soon gained more proof
the world had truly lost you
it’s hard living life with no more talks
no more shared books read
or inside jokes
I just knew we’d grow to be old folks
You were my sister, my friend and a spiritual sharpener
when your soul left
time seemed to stand still
it felt surreal
I was bereft
left fumbling to rationalize within my mind,
to accept this loss as a truth
There are days I’m great
and there’s days when simply I’m not
I know life is for living so I keep pushing I dare not stop
There is so much more I needed to share
so much more wisdom and encouragement I needed to hear
You were a sister-friend so near and dear to my heart.
I carry your memories forever with me may they never depart.
~micaiah

Continue to rest in power Sis💙
Hilakiyah Yisrael 3/10/70-5/5/2019