Too wOke for The American Dream

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a woman's choice, art is activism, cdc, flint water crisis, hurricane katrina, marijuana justice act, nbc, schools not prisons, social justice, war on drugs

i’m too wOke for the american dream…
if they ain’t tryna kill us, they’re tryna turn us to feigns.
the country’s divided without the wall and it ain’t got nothing to do with skin color; stay wOke my brother, it’s all about capitalist green.
all i know is: the walls are closing in on trump and it’s getting hard to overlook the walls of justice as tough on crime proponents push to legalize green.
how am i supposed to care about your opioid crisis or your medical excuse for drug use when your prisons are filled with my brothers and sisters that tried to scale the walls of justice with triple beam dreams?

when we gonna talk about the unbalanced scale of justice or how the war on drugs mandate fostered the most horrific holocaust to date?
i don’t understand how conservatives are so pro-life when it comes to a woman’s decision yet so tolerant to our brothers and sisters being buried alive in prisons.
why should i worry about a wall at the mexico border, when our brothers and sisters in flint, michigan have been left out to dry amid food deserts and lead-contaminated water?

flint can’t drink tears or well wishes;
my heart is heavy; first they flooded our neighborhoods with drugs then they bombed they levees.
the flint water crisis is biological warfare!
why the cdc put a patent on the ebola virus?
these white supremacists (oops i meant biochemists) have been killing us off for years.

when we gonna talk about the mass murderers that manufactured aids and hiv?
i wonder why they ain’t want bill cosby to purchase nbc.
why we can’t get states to mandate the marijuana justice act before they legalize dispensaries?
i don’t wanna see the world up in smoke while my brothers and sisters with drug convictions are still sitting in penitentiaries.
so no! i don’t care to hear how medical marijuana stops your children from having seizures; f’ you and your legislative bill, last time i checked: our communities are still paying the price of your stop and frisk seizures.

–@StevieStreets #artisactivism #poem | Too wOke for The American Dream

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Since We’re Talking (Let’s Talk About The Talk)

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art is activism, black lives matter, police killings, social justice, the talk

Around the time when children learn their ABC’s,
Kids that look like me learn how to survive The New Jim Crow.

I remember when my Grandmother told me:
“Grandson you can’t be outside playing with no toy gun!”

She always feared them boys in blue would come through and shoot me for playing with a toy gun.

I remember learning about police killings while the neighborhood children were playing in the snow.

I remember when my Grandmother told me:
“Look at me boy. And pay close attention.
I know you are young, gifted, and black
But to them
You will always FIT THE DESCRIPTION.”

O how the fear in her eyes pierced my soul…
She feared when I let my hair grow.
She feared when I wore a hoodie.

I remember wondering:
Why is that Black Children can’t wear a ski mask when it’s cold?
Why are Black Men considered militant when we let our hair grow?
How they don’t mistake the white kids for hoodlums when they wear a hoodie?

Yet what I remember most about talking with my Grandmother was her affinity for her people…
Always dressed in black.
Always ALL THE POWER TO THE PEOPLE.
I remember the little lady that never took no shorts.
I remember the little lady that taught me to dream BIG.
I remember her wise words.
I remember her convictions.

I remember how Grandma would speak life unto me,
But for the life of me,
I can’t remember discussing the birds and the bees.
Yet I remember “The Talk.”

I remember self-care over welfare…
Nah, I don’t remember the birds and the bees.
Yet I remember many Talks.

O Grandma
I remember when you said:
“In the sixties, over 70% of the world’s dope fiends lived right here in New York.”

I now understand what you meant when you said they’d rather see us dead, addicted, or imprisoned.

Thank you for demanding that I take command of the language
And thirst knowledge.
Who knows who I’d be if you didn’t feed my poetic diction.

My poems are not poems…
My moral compass guides me to draw attention to social injustice, systemic racism, and other afflictions.

–@StevieStreets #historyheritageandhumanities #poem | Since We’re Talking (Let’s Talk About The Talk)

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hashtag, insert name, social justice, social media, socialism

Between the No Knocks and Stand Your Ground Laws… 

people of color have become fair game;

but IT’S NOT A GAME!

hashtag Insert Name,

another Brother or Sister slain;

hashtag HIM, hashtag HER, it’s too many to name.

hashtag IT’S TOO MUCH! 

hashtag I CAN’T BREATHE!

hashtag HANDS UP! 

hashtag FIND OUR GIRLS!

hashtag SAY HER NAME!

hashtag BLACK BOYS DESERVE TO GROW UP TOO!

hashtag SAY HIS NAME!

The writings on the wall… 

hashtag BLACK LIVES MATTER!

Yet another Brother or Sister slain…

hashtag HIM, hashtag HER, hashtag Insert Name,

hashtag HIM, hashtag HER, it’s become mundane.
Between Jim Crow and COINTELPRO…

people of color have always been fair game;

yet IT’S NOT A GAME!

hashtag Insert Name,

hashtag REMEMBER HARRIET MOORE!

hashtag REMEMBER HARRY MOORE!

hashtag REMEMBER ADDIE MAE COLLINS!

hashtag REMEMBER CYNTHIA WESLEY!

hashtag REMEMBER CAROLE ROBERTSON!

hashtag REMEMBER CAROL DENISE MCNAIR!

hashtag REMEMBER EMMETT TILL!

hashtag…

another Mother, 

another Father, 

another Sister, 

another Brother slain;

hashtag HIM, hashtag HER, it’s too many to name.

They killed MARTIN,

They killed MEDGAR,

They killed MALCOLM,

hashtag HIM, hashtag HIM, hashtag THEM;

there goes the eyewitness news team, 

hashtag ANOTHER BLACK MALE SLAIN.

They killed FRED HAMPTON,

They killed ZAYD MALIK SHAKUR,

They killed CHRISTOPHER WALLACE,

They killed TUPAC SHAKUR,

hashtag HIM, hashtag HIM, hashtag THEM;

there goes another Black Voice slain,

hashtag HIM, hashtag HER, it’s become mundane.
Between Colonialism and The U.S. Correctional System…

people of color have always been fair game;

but IT’S NOT A GAME!

hashtag THE WAR ON DRUGS IS CHEMICAL WARFARE.

I guess all that is fair is foul and all that is foul is fair…

Why’d they impose The Rockefeller Drug Laws after they put the needle in our veins?

Why’d the Reagan Administration flood our neighborhoods with crack cocaine?

Why the land of the free wanna keep us in chains?

they shackled AFENI,

they shackled ASSATA,

they shackled ANGELA,

hashtag HER, hashtag HER, it’s too many to name.

hashtag FREE ANGELA, 

hashtag HANDS OFF ASSATA,

hashtag SAY HER NAME!

hashtag REMEMBER FREE HUEY,

hashtag REMEMBER H. RAP BROWN,

hashtag THE BROTHERS AND SISTERS OF THE MOVEMENT that are still locked in the slammer.

hashtag THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED, hashtag THIS AINT A MOVIE.

hashtag I AM ELAINE BROWN!

hashtag I AM FANIE LOU HAMER!

hashtag ALL THE POWER TO THE PEOPLE…

hashtag REMEMBER FREE THE SOLEDAD BROTHERS!

hashtag FREE MUMIA!

hashtag FREE MUTULU!

hashtag BRING OUR POLITICAL REFUGEES BACK!

hashtag STAY WOKE, we’re under attack.

hashtag THEY UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT TRIED TO WIPE US OUT WITH HEROIN AND CRACK.

hashtag WHY ARE ALL THE PRISONS FILLED WITH BROWNS AND BLACKS?

Why’d the Clinton Administration privatize the prisons then impose the Clinton Crime Bill?

How’d we go from the North American Free Trade Agreement to Omnibus Crime Bill?

Why do they cut school budgets and mandate money for prisons to be built?

Why do they fail to prosecute the police when people of color are killed?

How long are we going to pretend we don’t see the genocide supervised by every U.S. President from Nixon to Clinton?

In the land of the free… police get off scot-free when they blatantly murder people that look like me;

meanwhile, my Freedom Fighters are still caged in prisons.

Pay Attention:

hashtag SUNDIATA STILL AINT FREE!

hashtag HERMAN BELL STILL AINT FREE!

hashtag VERONZA BOWERS STILL AINT FREE!

hashtag HIM, hashtag HER, another Brother or Sister in chains.

hashtag HIM, hashtag HER, hashtag Insert Name.

hashtag FREEDOM NEVER RINGS IF YOUR BLACK IN AMERICA!

My heart is heavy, they bombed the levees 

after they couldn’t drown us with heroin and crack in America.

Freedom Never Rings… even the Liberty Bell dabbled with crack; 

aint that America.

hashtag THE SCALES OF JUSTICE ARE UNBALANCED IN AMERICA!

Make America Great Again they exclaim;

yet Lady Liberty wears shackles and chains.

hashtag REMEMBER THE STATUE OF LIBERTY’S REDDISH BROWN COLOR,

hashtag REMEMBER HER SHACKLES,

hashtag REMEMBER HER CHAINS.

hashtag HIM, hashtag HER, 

hashtag ALL THE PEOPLE OF COLOR THAT HAVE SHACKLED AND CHAINED.

hashtag LESS PRISONS MORE SCHOOLS,

hashtag STAY WOKE, THE AMERICAN DREAM AINT COOL.

Woop-woop! There goes the sound of the police,

another Brother or Sister fondled by the beast…

another Brother or Sister detained,

another Mother restrained,

another Father restrained,

another Sister restrained,

another Brother restrained.

hashtag HIM, hashtag HER, Insert Name.

hashtag HIM, hashtag HER, it’s become mundane.
–@StevieStreets #hashtag #poem | Hashtag: #(insert name) parts I, II, and III