We have prison in replace of slavery.
Not enough ppl to fight the hatred can’t you see.
They put shit in our foods and drinks
Killing the innocent isn’t that insanity.
I look up to the day we all out of poverty.
So explain to me why we have so many resources in Africa.
How can that be?
Tupac and Malcolm are my teachers
So I understood them with uncertainty.
Reflecting back and then coming back to reality.
My soul wish it could save the whole galaxy.
But I’m not God so I face reality.
Sometimes I meditate using my 3rd 👁 to picture this fantasy.
So how can it be that I’m living this reality.
Maybe it’s just the love in me.
Trying understand the struggle in me.
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Author:
Mike Hollis (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem means a lot to me because of the things going on in life. I feel prison is like slavery black ppl are still treated differently and if I was god I would put a stop to it but I’m not so I’m living this reality.
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Comments2
Well written and expressed
Thanks
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Great poem and great message Mike. Enjoyed - Syd
I appreciate you that means a lot.
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