Poetry Corner: Origin of Revolution X

We aren’t American just because we’re birthed here, until we had the pain within will never subside always looking outside for acceptance that won’t mend a soul divided.

No need to be a coon because in the end you’ll find yourself alone, the attention you’re seeking it’s just for the moment you don’t really own it.

The victims of the American nightmare to us it was hardly a dream descendants of 22 million enslaved Kings and Queens, imported on ships sorted by color and distorted for wanting to live free in nature sooner to be brained washed and last name provided.

Endlessly looking for freedom and justice to the uneducated beliefs are reparations would bridge the separation but fools gold is the deception, our reception should have always been the perception rape and police brutality reported and ignored but 21st century white cops getting off with murder clearly recorded.