Poetry Slam Draft 1

Keshawn is smart, kind, but oblivious young man Uncertain that the world pre-judges him Judges him on his outward appearance I tell him keep your hood off when walking down the street Keep your hands visual so all can see When someone yells in your direction stop! Be respectful, be obedient, be silent.   Hoods Off, Hands-Up, Hold Up This is our Freedom The new modern day slavery they call it. Trayvon keep your hood off Hands Up, Mike Brown obey and avoid restraints Black boys got targets on their backs With no-one willing to truly consider the facts. They never really see Keshawn The Keshawn I know This tall, athletic, book smart kid But what does the world see A pistol packing drug dealer But who is he really? A brother, a son, a scholar   Black Lives Matter Blue Lives Matter All Lives Matter Does it matter what lives matter? If we are unjust in our actions How can we justify our actions! Keshawn be brave my child Overcoming prejudice and oppression will take more time   Hoods Off, Hands-Up, Hold Up Shoot first ask questions later Wilson, Zimmerman, Hitler? A melting pot of haters. America the beautiful but only from the outside Making America Great Again needs to start from the inside Martin the King, Malcolm the Xample, Ghandi the Peacemaker A country rooted in oppression Convinced America is for equal opportunity Civil Right still in question Keshawn know you have rights Rights to live your life Right to be Innocent before proven guilty.   Tensions are high in all communities Race riots, protests and rallies arise But again, where is the unity? Trump Towers, Walls, America does Fall! Keshawn confident in his strides in the neighborhoods With his hood on as we walk down the street Hope tonight he don’t end up…..Held Up with his Hands up!