my black history poem I need some advice and feedback
I can hear my ancestors heart beat in the cracks of the streets Every hym hum whip lashed fire hosed dog released can you hear the whispers in the spring breeze I hear their heart beat feet beating the streets like African drum chords of rhythmic ties tying me to my roots in spirit I am home now in Africa I have seen my first white man they have robbed me of everything I know and I found home somewhere in the middle passage my people found strength we have become stronger we are revolutionary we are lesson in your textbook a movie on your TV screen so sit back and enjoy the show as we demolish every stereotype we are soldiers from every martin to every black panther we are rebels rebelling against an image that was not ours in the first place we will erase every stereotype from your canvas and show you how to make this picture beautiful with every choco mocha latte skin like every tar color boy that makes this country beautiful but you use us as the foundation to build this country on top of i'm sorry but I don't hear you say thank you for the black men who gave there lives for you with these hand we have ignited a fire that will spread with every gunned down sleek-feathered one black whore ghetto slut hood rat can you feel a change were trying ti fix the cracks in this broken system i know the civil rights movement ended along time ago but who say's MLK's dream had to die when everything started looking perfect now I'm dreaming up a dream on my own i have a dream that no more black boys will have to meet the end of another barrel i can hear my brothers heart beat in the cracks of these streets beating the streets we know these streets. these streets are starting to look oh to familiar to the slave girl in me can you see these streets looking like slave boats slave owners are starting to look like the man with the badge this system is starting to remind me of the fields , America your starting look like the middle passage doesn't it look like history repeating itself doesn't it look like sit in protest black boys black girls ,white mens blood paint it all red with metal bullets I've seen this all before... this it the part when the revolution begins"
REALLY REALLY EMOTIONAL! I like it!
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