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Catullus in Modern Music.
This song has meant a lot to me for a very long time. My mother named me after Nina Simone and I want to fight for the rights of the black man like she did. Nina Cried Power by Hozier
a tribute to the black lives matter movement
lmao this is not revolution we aren’t overthrowing the government what? We are however fighting for long overdue systematic change similar to what our ancestors did in the 1900s
I understand that, however the term revolution doesn’t always mean to overthrow a government. In some cases it means to overthrow a social order in favor of a new system. Changing the police system in America and deconstructing the systemic racsim will have to look somewhat like the revolutions in history to accomplish the goal.
I wrote my last post on the brink of historical protests in America and the past few days have put several things on my mind. One of those things is revolution.
Generation Z has been given the tools and the power to change this country for the better. Whether that be through peace or any means necessary.
Revolution will come. Think back to the French revolution, the Haitian revolution, for christ’s sake the American revolution. Look to Robespierre, Toussaint Louverture, Hamilton, Simon Bolivar.
Young people have always had the power to evoke change. Power that now stems from the anger and frustration of 400 years of oppression. And if you choose to ignore that power or even condemn it, you are on the wrong side of history. And you better believe that this time THE REVOLUTION WILL BE TELEVISED.
Justice For All Just Ain’t Specific Enough: thoughts by a 15 year old black girl.
This isn’t a poem, but it’s my life.
I know that I have to work harder than others to get into a good college or university just like my parents worked hard to be some of the first in their family to graduate from college. I know that I have to work harder because I am a black woman. I’ve been told that from the moment I was born. I must love the skin that I’m in, but know that it brings disadvantage, pain, and oppression. The facts of the world are that black people are killed for their very existence. And when I say BLACK LIVES MATTER I mean that we matter and that we shouldn’t be scared to be BLACK.
White people to say that they “don’t see color”, but they should see color. The color is there and it affects the everyday lives of black people. We are different in culture and in skin color, but that doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t have the same respect, opportunities, and value of life.
Racism shouldn’t be a partisan issue but it is. Republicans actively work against black people’s attempts to gain a foothold in the modern economy and shove them into this system of mass incarceration. Richard Nixon and Ronald Reagan made that possible. Not decriminalizing marijuana silences the black plight and oppression.
When kids are young, they are asked “what do you want to be when you grow up?”. When I was asked this question, for as long as I could remember, I answered, “I want to be the president of the United States”, and usually that garnered a few laughs. People never have believed that I could do it, and they think that I will give up on this “silly dream”. Even if I don’t make it to the highest office of the land, I want to fight for black people in America. I want to stand up for those who don’t have a voice. Justice for all just ain’t specific enough. With that all said and done, black lives still and will always matter.
Chocolate Chips
the truth is i’ve loved you forever
we’ll settle down
live in an orchard by a stream
away from prying eyes and judgmental looks
I want to hold your hand
I want to tell you how much I care about you
but I can’t
too many reasons
too many tears
but never too many chocolate chips
Choices
Nobody comes to me anymore
They don’t come for help or for comfort
I tell them, “I'm not good with emotions”
When really I’m just desensitized
I’ve been changed by the things bigger than me
I've been changed by the things inside of me
The physical aspect tries to tear me apart
But the mental fights to keep me together
It’s affected me to the core
Changed the way I see the world
And changed the way the world sees me
I didn’t even cry when she took her own life
Does that make me a monster
How did this happen
How did I get like this
It's not just desensitization
It's the things that have become normal
The killing, the bombing, the shooting
The hate
God made the world with a foundation of togetherness
Now it's being pulled apart by evil
The mental or the physical
It’s society’s choice
China Doll
She’s graceful
With grace comes delicacy
She breaks on impact
Pressure and force cause ripples through her surface
One thing truly causes the first crack
One pinpoint
Stress and anxiety chip away at the beautiful exterior
Revealing what is underneath
This delicate graceful beauty is not hollow
She is filled with pain and trauma of which only a soldier knows
Her inside is solid and tough
That makes her no less graceful
Yourself
You hate yourself, so why should you hate me any less
You starve your body of the thing that it craves the most
Whether that thing be physical or mental
You do it because you want to be someone else
Anything but yourself
You think I only loved you when you changed
You think I only noticed you because you were starving
I keep telling you how much I love you for you
But it’s never enough
One day, you’ll leave
You’ll sing a song of sorrow for the love you’ve lost
But that day is not today
Today you’ll smile through the pain
You’ll tell me that you love me
But how can you
When you don’t even love yourself
Real Boys Don’t Cry
Real boys don’t cry
He has to keep everything within
Unrequited love stings deep
He aches for attention
Attention from a person who will never notice him
Attention from the people he loves the most
They don’t see that he is hurting
All they see is happiness in streams of radiation
He calls out for help
No one can hear him
It’s like he is screaming into nothingness
Asking a bottomless void for help
He knows it will never come
The boy finds the wailing cathartic in a way
He shrieks until his voice is gone
Screaming is better than crying
Anything is better than crying
Because real boys don’t cry
Peachy Keen
I met a boy
Kind and gentle
Going through hell
But he stilled carried me out first
He calms me when he is the one hurting
I try to help him
Wallowing in his own pain while trying to help mine
I met a boy
Sweet, cool, and soft
He’s like a peach
Reminding me of home
His southern charm
Sweeps me into a world without hurting
When I am down he shares his sweetness
Almost like a peach
He is peachy keen
Thrive
Above the surface everything is fine
Pain lies beneath the polished exterior
His happiness comes from accomplishment
A feeling of belonging
He’s helpful comforter
He brings peace to all but himself
He’s waiting to be saved by a love that will never come
Everything is fine
Flames of pain break free
Not even accomplishment can extinguish it
It can only be covered
Harboured from the nourishment needed to survive
He wants to be saved
Letting the pain thrive
War and Peace
War and peace
Mostly war
No peace in her eyes
The line she creates between herself and the world
Shielding battles of morality
Long and drawn out campaigns
Bloody fights between sanity and mourning
All goodness and hope has been lost
When there is no hope there is no morale
The fighting loses its sting
Now it's only pain
No more peace
No war even
Only pain behind her own battle lines
Semper
I loved you for so long
Foreign and a fresh take
Sweet, sweet boy
Kind-hearted and confused
I was your first friend
You never loved me
Many hints were dropped
As well as tears
Then the tears stopped
You changed
No more kind-hearted
No more starry-eyed boy in a new place
The one I once loved now lost
Lost in a society that oppresses me
Lost in his appetites and hunger
I yearn for the first boy to return
My love will never show his face again
That sweet, sweet boy is gone forever
Forever Lost