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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
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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