“I like your style.”
“Preciate it bruh.”
“What are you into homey?”
“I’m a poet.”
“Can you recite a poem right quick?”
“Yep –

Please wake me when I am free, to a new world and society , while I stand tall

With my left fist high I died thousands of times before you’ll ever realize. While my teardrops avalanche to the dirt the roots of my culture starts to slowly hurt , the pain , the sorrow we go through the things we are told we will never do. The look on your face when you see my skin complexion , the dehumanizing thoughts your minds erection , the prejudice minds of the clueless, you see me & hold your purse so tight man that’s so foolish, freeze put you hands up high nig what er the er at the end of the of the N word makes my head spin around and around and around til my neck breaks and my bones disintegrate the shouts of the police officers that harass me just be cause of my race? who did you shoot what did you steal better yet black boy who did you kill? Negativity is buried deep in my culture that it’s hard to escape people’s minds like vultures will you think of my skin or race as a horror film scared of me forever in sadness that’s how I feel. I resist negativity

I try I try I try

Will this hate go on forever or will it die I feel my soul leave my body before Its my time I finally feel freedom with my last breath as my soul starts to rise ,I am gone but I am still alive in my status quo of my freedom of state of mind . so
Please.. wake me when I am free
I can no longer bear captivity
Where my race, I am told, ‘Hold no significance’
I waited and died in ignorance.”