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Poem: Why did God make me Black? by RuNell Ni Ebo
Lord, Lord Why did You make me Black? Why did You make someone the world wants to hold back? Black is the color of dirty clothes, the color of grimy hands and feet. Black is the color of darkness, the color of tire-beaten streets. Why did You give me thick lips, a broad nose and kinky hair? Why did You make someone who receives the hatred stare? Black is the color of the bruised eye when someone gets hurt. Black is the color of darkness, Black is the color of dirt. How come my bone structure’s so thick, my hips and cheeks are high? How come my eyes are brown…
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Poem: Death is passive. Killing is not.
Poem: Death is passive, killing is not. by LaShawnda Jones Breathing is active. Breath is sacred. Air is life. We are all created beings with the same Right to Life and unhindered breathing. Access to air should not depend on Assumptions, opinions, political views, Occupation, wealth, social status, Skin color, mood, hatred of fellow humans or self-hatred. Access to air should not require legislation. Yet here we are.
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Quote: In a society built on institutionalized racism…
In any society built on institutionalized racism, race-mixing doesn’t merely challenge the system as unjust, it reveals the system as unsustainable and incoherent. ~ Trevor Noah, Born a Crime
