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​      I write because I want to change the way the world views race.  With each piece, my aim is to eradicate negative stereotypes about African-Americans, while educating people about our culture. 
     Whether it's through contemporary poetry or educational material, I hope that what I share encourages people to embrace all cultures, and accept the differences that make up the diverse world that we live in today. 


Committed to changing the way the world looks at race.
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Still Love You

by K on 04/06/15

Still Love You

 

Growing up, he was full of hope

until an unhappy childhood.

Witnessed his father going off, and beating his wife;

fearful, nervous, full of strife.

Growing up to be a young man,

not knowing what his life was all about.

Maybe join the service,

Get a regular job,

he can’t wait to get out of the house.

He thought, may his own business,

that’ll show my dad

that I am something, that I’m not a low life!

Sixteen years old, he tried to help my mom,

Get off her! Leave her alone! He screamed, as he father put a gun in his hand.

Kids crying, mother pleading, running for her life.

Father, only the stepfather of two of the four, runs after her.

The noise! The screams! The bangs!

The crash! The crying! The Drama!

The kids screamed, “Oh momma!”

As the boy kneeled,

one slipped on the blood,

one caressed her head,

the other just stood there and stared.

Sirens screeching, police everywhere,

Mom being tended too.

As the dad looked at her, his face full of sorrow,

His hands handcuffed behind his back.

He whispered, “Is she dead?”

The mom looked up at him,

Her kids looked down, their faces were hollow.

She looked in the direction of her husband,

“I still love you.” She said in her last dying breath.