BLACKERY- No Support

Tears on a pillow,

So many tears on a pillow,

Many nights a man prays,

That someone will jump to their aid.

That someone is gonna bring a stop to this,

Somewhere, someone’s gonna help them through this

You hear they don’t even want to be saved.

We are tired of feeling enslaved.

Stop all the pain,

He’s walking down the street, he hears

“Sir can you stop!”

He asked

“Why?”

He then got tackled to the ground,

He begged, and questioned, said

“I have not committed a crime!”

He puts his hands up and said,

“The only crime I must have committed is having a cousin that got roped into the system he could not leave.”

It’s a damn shame,

Why can’t they reframe?

But we forget to invest in our young people,

Numerous community centers being shut down,

No support

It affects their mental health

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Depression

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Anxiety

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Stress

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Budget cuts affected,

Black people will be the first rejected. If he dies today,

he doesn’t know if he’s going to go to heaven or it hell.

If he dies today,

Will he feel the knife slice his flesh?

Will he feel the gun shot pierce his chest?

Shattering his broken heart furthermore.

Quick, a snap of judgment

People come and go.

Keep pushing on.

What do you think when people see when they look at you?

They say Black don’t crack,

And I don’t get a break, but I know what is breaking.

Cuz we weren't made for this.

So, who am I ?

And who are you?