third eye

I speak from my mind's third eye the entrance to the soul

With my god given gifts I lead my species to a new millenia

Through non violence we have been heard

Through war we have been seen

Leaders of a people in oppressions leading back to the biblical days showed us the way

Now it is our turn to rise again.

With poetry I deflect The bullet coming for my heart

Though I may bleed, I make make the message known

Through suffering we have been heard

Through violence directed at us, we have been seen.

We are living in a world where being black has gained a negative connotation

WE live in a world where we have retaliated with the same marginalization that has oppressed us in the first place.

I am guilty of no crime, yet my skin color is a death sentence.

I have not committed adultery, yet I’m judged with the sinners.

I wear no red bandana, I have no gun in my sagging pants yet I’m grouped with the gangsters.

Stereotypes, Judgement, Oppression, Disgust

Fear, Ignorance, Violence, Distrust

Pain, Suffering, Lies, bargaining

We endure every day, because people refuse to see someone of my caliber on their level.

From the simplicity of the gazes in  bookstore, lead by preconceived notions of my people.

To the severity of cold blood being spilled, without the slightest of flinches.

We are all born from a sperm cell and egg

We are all unique, yet we still fall under the same human race

There is in fact a time for peace and a time for war

we see turmoil because we walk on a single thread between the two extremes

We are in pain because we divide ourselves

I speak from my mind's third eye as the entrance to my soul closes.

With my god given gifts I’ve attempted to lead my species to a new millenia

Through Poetry I have been heard

Through expression of anger and disgust I have been seen.

Reviews

[Everheal]

I thought this might be dirty, but it wasn't. Honestly I don't know what to think of this. Is it supposed to be a speech to some alien race? Were you inspired by the Alien movies? It's not a bad poem, but, what is it for?