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Round And Round The Story Goes

Dom, your words not only express your talent, but the power in which you use them.

Black and Write

Round and round the story goes

One that’s as old as time

Where it stops nobody knows

Causing tensions to climb

These 50 odd years since civil rights

Have made so little change

Hatred between black and white

Festers like the mange

Fear of lynching may have passed

But fear exists no less

While walking the street they’re still harassed

No matter how finely dressed

Ask Sandra Bland or Michael Brown

Oh wait they cannot speak

Too many names buried in the ground

The future seems so bleak

Justify and deny all you wish

Your blindness it won’t erase

200 years by chains and switch

Like animals kept in place

Nothing has changed in modern day

Ask Eric, Tamir or Trayvon

It matters not what any of us say

Because either way they’re gone

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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What Did I Ever Do To You

By Kindheart101

What did I ever do to you,
for you to have such a skewed view?

You don’t know me, or who I am,
you hide behind your badge again!

I may be young, I may be old,
but if I’m dark, the stories told …..

It doesn’t matter, hands held high,
shoot him now, and watch him die!

A 12 year old, with a toy gun,
just shoot him now, who cares, it’s done.

I can’t breathe, please let me move,
just hold him down, we DO NOT soothe.

We took him down, and now he’s dead,
he’s black, he’s dead, we’re one ahead.

And now our car is being chased,
we have no guns, how is this based?

Hundreds of shots rang out, and why?
because UNARMED Blacks have to die!

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The Gift of Gil Scott Heron – Seeing the Present In The Past

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Gil Scott Heron, Reflections

Johannesburg” and “Gun” are the first songs I remember hearing by Gil Scott Heron. That was in the mid 1970’s. I’ve often listened to the vinyl that I still have of Gil. He was the voice of protest, the voice of reason, the teacher of truth.   Many of his lyrics written in the 1970’s and 1980’s, are true today.

Like many albums of that time, one song was more than 12 minutes.  It was not merely listening music; it was conversation  music.

Gilbert “Gil” Scott-Heron (April 1, 1949 – May 27, 2011) was more of a poet than a singer. Born in Chicago, Illinois, Gil’s mother was Bobbie Scott-Heron, who was an opera singer with the New York Oratorio Society. His dad, Gil Heron, was nicknamed the “Black Arrow.” He was a Jamaican football player in the 1950’s and the first Black man to play for the Celtic Football Club in Glasgow.

As a teen, Gil earned a full scholarship to the private, prestigious Fieldston School in New York. He was one of five black students at the school and his experience lead to his boldness, which became his hallmark in poetry and song. The Revolution Will Not Be Televised is one of Gil’s most popular songs, recorded by others, including LaBelle.  He used the words “not televised” in many of his other songs.  As Gil would have his listeners know, what the media reports is limited to who they interview; what they are told.  If you want to know the truth, you have to live it. Read the rest of this entry

About Mike Brown

Mick Brown Kindheart

By Kindheart 101

I do not mean to cause alarm,
it’s only me, I mean no harm.
Why do you look at me that way?
is color all you see today?

Yes I am brown, that’s all you see?
please look beyond, and just see me.
Let down your guard, I mean no harm.
I do not mean to cause alarm.

I hold my loved ones dear, and true,
and love my family, just like you.
I’m off to college, on my way,
I graduated yesterday.

Oh wait, you stopped your car I see,
and now you’ve grabbed a hold of me?
I turn and run, as bullets fly,
I’m hit, I turn around and cry…….

OK OK OK, I’m done,
hands in the air………put down your gun!
I do not mean to cause alarm,
I’m Big Mike Brown, I mean no harm.

That didn’t mean a thing to you,
you didn’t stop till you were through.
I hit my knees, fell to the ground,
and never heard another sound.

And then a hand reached out to me,
and picked me up so I could see.
The glory, friendship and pure love,
that’s shown by all those up above………..

Thank you for greeting me, Trayvon.

Mike Brown

 

 

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