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As a military child I’ve been pretty itinerant,
And I've noticed we as Americans have a problem that is very apparent.
Many people in America subliminally assign them with pop culture sayings.
It’s infuriating to those who know justice because they know its world portraying.
It’s not like a curtain billowing in the winds,
But more times a prejudice we all hold within.
Society won’t let it rescind,
Continually hitting us in the face with racial crosswinds.
All most of us do is watch.
The mark, at first just a splotch,
Turns into our identity once the public decides to take it up a notch.
We have nick names and slang words appropriate to only certain races,
They are the harbinger when it comes racism and the Trayvon Martin like cases.
This time period in America is most lachrymose,
Too much talk, we are verbose,
Giving our country a bad name, at best morose,
Oh did we think wrong to say that inequality was disclosed.
It is not very hard to fathom.
Look as it attacks the public tearing us apart piece by piece, atom by atom.
The next lines below will show it in its practicum;
A black man walks in the door,
This part may remind you of the saying “when it rains it pours.”
The people comment because his pants are seemingly down to his shoes,
Smells noxious, the people around him assume it comes from a convivial life style with a side of booze.
They give him the dirty look, it isn’t a covert clue
They think he’s a crook, but that assumption isn’t true.
He’s definitely no Christian Dior,
The people seem to already abhor him, stalking him as he enters the store,
Assuming that he’s up to no good,
Little do they know he was just saved from the hood,
His father was abusive,
His mother was elusive,
And the reason for his dress is depressingly intrusive.
The man lived an abrasive homeless life for all his 18 years,
Finally trying to get his butt in gear,
And this interview he’s about to have could found a new career,
But society is ensconced and the stereotype made their decision, sending him to the streets in tears.
The people in there have no lamentations.
They clearly have not experienced his life altercations,
And still he graduated high school with the highest honors in the nation.
He was not given a chance, they didn’t look at his credentials
Stereotypes put people in a trance, and it’s proliferating, omnipresential.
The employer, a bigot, goes on an obfuscate harangue, trying to sound fastidious.
The man listens to what he’s saying, though he knows it is all completely tedious.
The man can not contemplate what is happening, to his mind it’s all an amorphous.
As the man retreats back to his blighted life in the streets,
All the cycle does is replete as it starts to repeat,
In temper we say his life’s destiny is concrete;
His life isn’t some happy scintillation.
He never will get good remuneration.
Life is a labyrinth of hate to those being abased,
An enigma to those happy in there placid place
I wish we were oblivious to the plethora of blithe haughtiness,
But we are not, we simply gorge ourselves knowingly in the knottiness.
We stand watch, completely obdurate.
Enshrouded by tawdry thoughts, why are we so inconsiderate?
In the same token we cannot allow those wrongs to succumb justice,
Every day we have to be industrious, so that we can be positively illustrious.
Two wrongs will never make a right, so we can’t cower and fight
In that case, the goal of equality can never be in sight.
We have to live right because life is ephemeral,
Situations like that do not show equalities progress to be credible,
But we have to have faith for that goal of equality to be tangible.
After we hasten the reprehensible acts out of which we should’ve abstained
We can nullify the blatant wrongs that we repudiate and should not have obtained.
Maybe one day we will kindle a movement,
And hopefully it hampers our wrongful thoughts.
It is blasphemous to say there’s no way for us to reach salvation,
I just hope it comes the right way for the sake of our great nation.