 Peace My peace has been disturbed I sit quietly, but my heart and my mind are constantly racing They race simply because of my race See, it's the first thing people see when they look at me Some may say they don't see color, but those who do seem to go out of their way to make up for the others I am feared and I am hated Not because of what I've done or who I am, but because of my skin Contrary to what some believe, I think my people are beautiful But we are always being told we are not I believe my people are brilliant But we are constantly being fed a buffet of b.s. that fills us with inferiority With mediocrity With the idea that we aren't worth the air we breathe So we are always gasping as if we are expecting our next breath to be our last As if we're drowning And if such is the case, it's no wonder we can't keep our heads above water We are looked at very differently Some see us as a virus Better yet.... a mutation We are looked at as something many in America wish they could get rid of So, they try to They try to kill us off They have spread so many lies that they have most of us believing them So, many of us are helping with their objective We are getting rid of ourselves It's as though we are committing suicide For when we shoot and kill one another, we might as well hold a gun to our own head It may take a village to raise a child, but that's not needed to destroy one We are endangered But some of those hired to protect us want us gone They want us to see how powerful they are They serve us with judgement as they try to beat us down mentally And beat us up physically It's a chilling thought, but people always say it's a cold world And I won't lie, I get heated The pain burns me I know my "hurt" will not heal by hurting others So, as much as I'd like to, I don't Instead, I pray I pray as they try to handcuff me My spirit will forever be free I pray that as they try to destroy those who look like me God continues to find a way to build us up I pray, not because I'm strong enough to do so But I'm weak enough to know I need help I pray for direction that I can never find on my own I pray for ideas on how to help change this world I know there are those who want to disturb our peace But we have to find a way to carry a piece of God with us When we do that, we can't be defeated This world is crying for peace When will we finally pay attention? by Jacob Grovey
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