When I was 9

Political and Socially Conscious Free Verse Poetry

When I was 9 I was introduced
To some relatives of mine
Who walked the picket lines
To align themselves with other
Sisters and Brothers who were
Liked minded not blinded nor
Absent minded as they couldn't
Be dissuaded from not seeing this
Through because they knew that
This was something that had to do
Equality had to fight
Against his distant
Cousin, who wasn't
Backing down
He had to lay the
Smackdown
WWE
It was
Equality vs Inequality
Justice vs Injustice
Vs "Just Us"
As the substance of things
Things hoped for could not
Be ignored in this war
As the need to have mustard
Seeds is needed
In order for things to improve
The mountain of Injustice
Needs to move and
Forever be removed
As faith tried to unlock
Numerous doors
As resistance wrestled
With nonresistance
Who was insistent
That the fight
For Civil Rights and Equality
Could only be achieved
Non-violently
Something he still believes
In although his beliefs
Causes him so much grief
He still bleeds for the cause
As respect couldn't collect
Any respect because
His brother kept disrespecting
Him
Grabbing him by the neck
Placing him in a chokehold
That kept him in check
So now I have been told
That you will
Find this kind of action
To unfold
On the picket lines
As it remains a crime
To be a minority
In this country
It's the Haves vs the Have Nots
The KKK vs the NAACP
Can you now see this clearly?
As it appears to be
Republicans vs Dems
Us vs Them
Blacks vs Whites
Insurrection vs Civil Rights

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