Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Justice?

.."and just for all!" or is it just for some. It's hard to believe that it's for everyone. The color of your skin is all that ever matters, not the crime, not the death toll not the evidence that's gathered. Innocent until proven guilty is just something that sounds good, cuz you get caught with ANYTHING, you go to jail in my hood. Stealing diapers for your child to avoid a nasty rash, will get a black women more time then an old white man smuggling cash. A black man can fuck up once and lose his entire life, when a white person is innocent holding the bloody knife. Let a black man kill two white girls, and they'll inject his ass so fast...but let a white man kill both of my cousins and they give his ass a free pass. Even with all his priors he still getting out, but first time black offenders, they in for good without a doubt. Justice for all my ass, it should be justice for some...it seems like judges like punishing black people for fun. A white cop punches a black 15 year old girl in the face then sprays her with mace, it's all on tape but you think he got in trouble? Jena 6, Dunbar Village...it's all the same thing, they mess up once and get sentenced to life and treated like non human beings. So justice for all is unofficially revised to ONLY justice for some...but African American's in America look how far we've come. We use to not have any rights now we have "The right to remain silent" cuz ANYTHING we say not can but WILL be used against us in a court of law. But anything that gets caught on their dashboard cameras and evidence acquired from eyewitnesses is inadmissible...funny ain't it! Justice for all? It sounds real good, but you can only be a part of that "all" after you meet the right criteria.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Care: Just a four letter word.

Don't act like you care, don't stand here or right there and act like you care. When my heart drips drops of pains, uncertainties, falling from that organ like raw meat, flowing out of the windows to my soul like a sorrow's eye on it's way to dehydration, don't act like you care. When hatred is so thick around us that it causes this layer of humidity that makes your shirt stick to your back and the hair to the back of your neck, don't act like you care. When you try to hide your imperfection to give the illusion of perfection by sweeping your flaws under your neighbor's doormat, and some unsuspecting, never guessing victim trips not over their own faults and flaws but yours, don't act like you care. When you find it necessary to blow out someone else candle to make yours burn bright have them wondering around in darkness, when they stub their toe on the now everlasting overcasting shadows of life, don't act like you care. People who care have real eyes.  Real eyes that recognize real lies? So I guess they see the hoe with the loose pussy pretend to be saved, or the pastor in the pulpit with his crack addition craves, leaders of our country pretending to care, but they don't, those sicks fucks and here you sit unaware. They say real eyes realize real lies but sometimes the pupils compromise. They see what they want to not what they need to, believe what they can't do, things that are untrue. I'm tired of you fake assholes and out of control hoes pretending like you care. You break someones heart til they hit despair, then break their spirits to that point beyond repair. In a world full of negativity a suicidal thought is the only positivity. The only answer some people see to there never ending questions, cause you refused to care, give them simple conversation. If people really cared, "hate" wouldn't have more power then "love" and every last things that I mentioned above, would be a figment of my imagination and taken care of. Instead of feeling completed, we leave each other depleted, all because we refuse to care. Care, it's just a four letter word...like hope, love, fate...we as a people are so closed minded that we refuse to open our minds to the idea that maybe, just maybe if we cared a little more, black men wouldn't die before 21, people would stop glorifying the hood, and drug dealers, the dream killers wouldn't be our kids' fathers. ...if we cared a little more.

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