Rwanda's sick from it.
Burundi's tired of it.
Congo's dealing with it.
Haiti sleeps with it.
Liberia and Sierra Leone
Want their cure.
Black Americans
Are not so sure.
We are Black.
There is death.
When you're black in this world.
You're as good as dead.
Author notes
This goes into the core of my being. The Rwandas, the Congos, the Haitis, the drug-dealing, the Sean Bells, the poverty, the gang violence, the criminality, the suicides, the homicides and the constant health crises claimed millions of black people each year. They say we are over populating the world. I say with their unneeded help, our population is being controlled.
Please tell me what you think [Reward: double points]
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I this is what poetry is about. It feels weird to say that I love this poem because of the true and tragic content, but I do. I would love to see you write something about black Americans killing each other and how white government not stepping in and treating it as the emergency situation that it is. I think that is population control right here in the states.
Aside from subject matter, I think it is very well written. I think that the style in which you chose is perfect. It is poetic, but doesn't drown out the subject matter. Excellent write!!
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This was a very strong poem. It hits places that most people want to ignore. Thank you for sharing your heart, and your creative intellect. I look forward to reading more.
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P.S the title and metaphor are totally brilliant - you are a lyrical genius!
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This poem hit me hard. As a white priveleged woman I hope you know that my comments are sincere. Indeed, you know me. This is as hearfelt and meaningful poem as I have ever read. Please never tire in your efforts. For I believe the world will be different one day. Thank you so much for your spirit.
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