All Lives Matter Black Lives Matter Make America Great Again Lyrics
Poems for Blackness Lives Matter
CHARM educatee editors began curating this collection of poems in February 2020, in support of the Blackness Lives Affair at School Week of Activity, using poems that were featured in previous volumes of Charm. The reality is that we've received and published many, many poems addressing systemic racism, police brutality, and racial injustice, also as poems that celebrate Black joy, identity, and liberation. CHARM is committed to amplifying Black voices and experiences, and actively pursuing anti-racism in our organization and through our publications.
Nosotros are accepting submissions for this topic on an ongoing ground. To submit something, please contact our student editors at submissions@charmlitmag.org.
The first two poems featured were written in bound 2020 in response to the murder of George Floyd in Minneapolis, and the protests that have followed around police brutality, white supremacy, and racism in our country.
"Breonna Taylor" by Charlotte Malmin, Grade 12
Created with sunshine
By Amaya Burke, Grade ix
Sunlight enters though her peel and exits though her grin
Her smile can calorie-free up a room and bring warmth
Coco Butter and a lilliputian coconut oil will practice
Clear lip gloss will brighten her smile just a little bit more than
She is made of sugar, dear and glitter only her tongue is made of spice
Enough spices to make yous feel the estrus but not enough to burn you
The natural highlight on her cheeks blink and twinkle when the sun hits them
Her pilus comes in unlike shapes, lengths and textures
Her soul is blissful most of the time but sometimes information technology yEarns for acceptance
Gild shames her
Her complexion is too dark
Her hair is too wild and nappy to tame
Her natural trunk has been cloned and observed way too many times like she on display
She is used for enquiry without her permission like she is unhuman
Like an animate being
Everyone wants to look and act like her but no 1 really wants to be her
No ane wants to experience her pain and gauge what
No ane would ever volition
Merely though it all she nevertheless manages to smile
The aforementioned smile that can calorie-free upwardly a room and bring warmth
The same smile that was created with sunshine
"Breonna Taylor'south killers still haven't been arrested after she was shot in her sleep. I drew her, hoping to bring awareness to the upshot, and I desire to add it to my list of submissions for your magazine because it has the well-nigh meaning of anything I've always drawn.
We need justice for Breonna Taylor."
—Charlotte, Class 12
I Ain't Welcomed Here No More
Ayodele Ayoola, Form 9
I walk down the street
And guess who I meet
The men in blue who supposed to defend
But instead they chose to auscultate
They slap, punch, choke me red
They won't terminate till I finish up dead
Oh Stop! Delight? I can't breathe!
I beg of you, only go, and leave!
My cries all disappear out of sight
I'll end up expressionless if I try to fight
His knee joint is up against my throat
No i can finish him, they all too remote
My God, what country do I call this
A nation where the popo can just go bliss
At my expense, I kid you not!
I'll be beat, stepped on, or even shot!
This nonsense must stop, but course it won't
All I can exercise is scream Please Don't!
Every bit I bleed here lying expressionless on the flooring
I know I ain't welcomed here no more
TBIB 2020
Rashad Holloway, Course xi
The protectors fail to protect us
Failed to serve
At least me
At least my family
My paint makes a white woman clutch her pocketbook when I go past
All I tried to say was hi
She can turn my greeting [acknowledgement] into an allegation
Then hither come those boys in bluish
Those who refuse to live by the truth
They service a government that believes I belong in a cage.
Menace 2 society
To a pig six feet under is where I should be
Yous step on my brothers necks while gunning down my sisters
You shoot me in my front one thousand
And claim that my melanin was a sin worthy of expiry
The Nation tells me that I should always fear those boys in blueish
Before they leave me black and blue
With a bullet through my chest or a knee to my cervix
We'll always protest for those who take been laid to balance.
Alter must come
Our revolution will be won.
Because at whatever encounter with those boys in blue I send an "I beloved you" text
Because I know, that I could be adjacent.
Collaborative Art Piece past Quintaz Owens, Donnieka Jones, Charlene Morris, and Roosevelt Ferrell, Grade 11
Knees on our necks
By Amaya Shush, Course 11
"I tin't breathe"
"I deceit breathe"
His knees on his neck
We all lookout man as his life slips away from him
8 mins of horror
Another life to mourn
Officers fired
Okay but that's not enough for us
Still no charges
They're protecting these murderers
We're tired of the aforementioned results
We're tired of having to beg for our lives
I am tired of seeing my brothers and sisters dice
They are supposed to protect and serve
Only all they do is kill
"Well don't resist"
"Just stay at-home"
"Just comply"
No matter what we do
We're a target
Our pare will even so exist seen as a threat
Their knees will still be on our necks
My people are tired and numb
"Rioting won't help anyway"
"Looting won't bring him back"
They don't non understand that our numbness has turned into rage
Our rage keeps us going
Our rage is now our forcefulness
Our rage set a city on burn
And together we'll spotter information technology burn
We'll have our knees on their necks
Like MLK said
Riots are the voices of the unheard
Alternating Names for Blackness Girls
By Kobi Dark-brown, 8th grade
1. Flexin my complexion
2. Potent
three. Powerful
iv. Wild forest of pilus
5. Sisterhood
6. A female parent'due south affections
7. The ashes that turn into a phoenix
eight. Cute just the way you are
9. Flower flourishing through all the chaos
10. I'll Ascension, I'll Ascent, I'll Ascent
Alternate Names For a Black Boy
Rashad Holloway, eighth Grade
one. Monster
2. Menace to society
iii. Black toxic deject
4. Red not black
5. It
six. Ingrate
seven. Not-and so-bad
8. A disgrace to Mom
nine. White shell turned Black after an oil spill
10. Eyes carrying a heavy, dirty soul
11. A nighttime greyness sky before your eyes
12. A Hershey chocolate bar with null inside
thirteen. 2016 and still a Negro
14. Bad boy wishing for Dreamville
15. Yet wanting to believe fifty-fifty if information technology's all a lie
16. Translucent
17. A god of anger
18. Misunderstood
19. Error
twenty. The unwelcomed superhero
21. Blackened angel
Untitled Artwork by Bryce Gooden, Grade 12
Blackness By Popular Demand
By Madison Mattison, Grade 12
Learn to honey that nappy hair
That we don't intendance
That ghettofied
That dramatized
That brotherhood
That divided hood
Learn to beloved them gold teeth
That kleptomaniacal speech
That "Imma be a baller" talk
That 'no fear' in my walk
Acquire to love that black magic
Honey dripping downwards the walls
That majestic beauty continuing real alpine
Larn to love those family gatherings that keep you up at night
That kind of music y'all don't similar
That hustle game that stays real potent
That face we make like you did something incorrect
Larn to beloved that..
We are Unchanged
Unchained
Unapologetic
Don't you ever forget information technology
We are black by popular demand.
""I wanted to share with people that all black is beautiful."
-Madison, Writer, "Black by Popular Demand"
"
Where I'chiliad From
Saniyah, 6th Grade
I am from the Milky way to the earth
To the continent of Africa
To the country of Nigeria from whom my ancestors accept been dragged
I am from the country of the U.s.
From my religion of beingness a Muslim
From Ayesha Muhammad
From Michael Larkins
To my mother's childhood to the nerdiness I accept
From the sunshine I am
To the courage I have
I am from a long line of ancestors who would fight for what's right
A line of ancestors who fought for liberty
I am from the reason my grandfather didn't fight in the war
I am from the segregation my ancestors went through
From what my grandparents did for me to be a Muslim today
From very singled-out personality
From very unique people
That'south where I'g from how about you?
Untitled by Dasia Carter, Grade 10
My Blackness Family
By Lyriq Melt, Grade 6
You will write us down in History
for our greatness.
Notes bound off the keyboard
every bit my dad plays gospel music in the house.
We sing together in harmony,
passing the mic like LeBron communicable an alleyoop from Kyrie.
They didn't proper name me Lyriq for nothin.
My Blackness Family will rising.
The sounds inspire us to trip the light fantastic through our challenges,
sweat dripping down our spines similar oil.
We are potent, dandy, and powerful.
We push through bear upon battles like they're air.
My Black Family will rising.
When you shoot the states with your words
and hate the mode we look,
it doesn't hurt because we're a blackness family unit
that sticks together like magnets.
Haters gonna hate,
and so nosotros walk with pride and ignore them.
This Is My Black Family
AND Nosotros WILL Ascension.
"Self-Portrait" by Khaliah Deya, Grade 12
The Talk
by Samnae Brown, Grade vi
My girl, my son.
The solar day y'all were born I was terrified,
not of you, but of the people who would be around you.
Those who would estimate yous for how you look and what you are.
Not African-American.
Not negro.
You are black.
Rich in melanin, you are pure.
There are people who won't take care of you lot similar I do.
Somewhen you gon' get a motorcar and be able to bulldoze
"Momma I'm a good driver all my instructors say so."
This ain't well-nigh you lot bein' a "good driver" thsi almost you not coming dwelling house ane day.
"Fine ma' what should I exercise and so?"
Speak in a at-home tone so the officer knows you're not in an irate country.
When they ask for y'all license and registration, you say where you lot're gettin' information technology from.
"You goin' off on a tangent ma."
No. I'thou tellin' you how to exist safe 'cause of the manner you await.
"The mode I await?"
You're black.
Some white officeholder might say you had a weapon or you was bein' ambitious.
You won't get justice baby, that's just how it is.
I wish it wasn't this way.
I wish that everyone was treated with humanity.
But justice is a long way to come up.
I honey yous, stay safety………………
Six Word Stories
By 5th Class Students from Mr. K's Class
I thought nosotros should trust you. –Andrea
Constabulary violence. Blacks. Racism. Beaten. Echo. –Litayasia
Gone, come up back. Kill - they're gone. –Niekyia
Stay calm and put it down. – Darnell
I wish I could trust them.
I am sad for your loss.
Why can't they just be fair?
Why can't nosotros just sit together?
My life in Baltimore matters, right?
–Khaya
Urban Pain
By Zoe Peters, Class 11
I live merely about five blocks away from where Freddie Gray was murdered and sometimes I think it'southward sad
That he died and the city went wild but just like him all of the anger and fight for change went abroad
Now he's memorialized with paintings on buildings in the hood and people proceed living
Like everything is all adept
Well it's not because every day in Baltimore another block gets "shot up"
Guns have become a office of America's wardrobe for our sons, and it's a shame that through adolescent life
Young black boys railroad train and train and railroad train
Truthfully we're circling the drain because the more than they train the less constabulary officers show restraint
And that's the trouble today...
Fear
It's been eating away at all races for years
Blacks fear the police and it comes off as "disrespect" and the police force fear blacks and it comes off as "careless fail"
Then Freddie Gray dies along with Keith Lamont Scott and some nameless guy whose story didn't make the news
I knew things hadn't changed when a ix-year-quondam girl was seen crying because she was afraid of reality
She knew that her race was nevertheless being left on snooze and written off with the blues
Simply I'm non here to complain well-nigh how black people continue to lose
I just wish things would change and fear no longer ruled because as long as it does
Death is closer to every blackness male person who'southward ever lived in conditions that resemble a prison cell because it'due south lurking on every corner
In every urban city where there is no pity for having a black face and chirapsia beaten down by surviving in such a place
Because it seems no one cares since police still brutalize without whatever remorseful affairs
Self Portrait by Arise Washington, Grade 9
Bullets don't take names on them
Zaire Avery, Class 8
Bullets don't have names on them
But all do the same thing
All inflict hurting
All take man to grave
From male monarch to slave,
Once a man of all names
A world of black against white,
Simply some mixed to make grayness
Information technology's a jungle where I come from
Black men hear the siren,
Like a dog reacting to a dog whistle
They embrace their ears and run
A roar from deep inside
A lions mane is it's just pride
They shaved our mane they take our pride
And the people hide their faces and they hide their optics
It'south hard to alive with a monkey on your dorsum
Trying to milkshake the reality of the killing, shooting, or crack
Once a land of the gratuitous
Once a dwelling of the brave
Merely people exit this land every solar day,
But not in natural ways
Gotta expect over your shoulder because bullets don't have names
But all do the same matter,
All accept man to grave
""'Bullets Don't Accept Names on Them' highlights some deep feelings felt by many about the injustice given to black people in America. With brutal honesty, Avery draws y'all in and leaves you stunned."-Isabelle, Editor "
The Divergence Between You and I
By Samar Darby, Class 6
Nosotros exhale the same air
We swallow the aforementioned food
We drink the same water
Nosotros use the same tools
We are not different at all
We drain the same blood
We take the same money
But the only divergence betwixt y'all and I is our color
We have the same world
We have the aforementioned diseases
We have the same states
Nosotros have the same materials
We have the same buildings
Only once once again the only difference betwixt you and I is our color
""'The Difference Between You and I' has a really keen message...We live the same lives and practice the same things. We are all the aforementioned in the stop."
-Amaya, Editor"
Daybreak in Baltimore
Amaya Burke | 7th Grade
When I get to be a storyteller
I'g gonna tell about daybreak in Baltimore
I'm gonna tell almost the hustle and bustle of this huge city of mine
People are gonna know where I came from
I'm gonna tell people most the colorful murals in the city
and how they can bring a community together like a magnet
The sound of dirt bikes on the crude city streets
The yelling and screaming of the little kids playing in the streets
The salty aroma of the harbors dirty waters
The drug dealer on every corner looking through the car window equally we bulldoze by
I'm gonna tell people near the addicts waiting for their deals
The sounds of gunshots noticing a new victim to gun violence or the newest Freddie Greyness
The sound of law cars and helicopters on the streets and overhead
The sites of vacant business firm and buildings waiting to be knocked downwards
When I'1000 done telling my story, I'thousand gonna put a happy ending in this sad story of mine
There will exist more sunny days and less rainy days when I'thou washed
The sunny days will spread like wildfire from e to west and north to southward
When I go to be a storyteller, I'm gonna tell people most Daybreak in Baltimore
The students featured in "Poems for Black Lives Matter" attended the following schools when the pieces were published. Near of the pieces in this drove have been featured in print volumes of CHARM since 2014.
Baltimore Design School • Baltimore Leadership School for Young Women • Baltimore Polytechnic Institute • Baltimore School for the Arts • Bard High School Early College • Friendship Academy at Calverton • City Neighbors High School • Mergenthaler Vocational Technical High School • The Midtown Academy • Southwest Baltimore Lease Schoolhouse
The logo for Blackness Lives Matter at School was designed by Fabiha Ahmed, a high school student at Bard High School in Queens NY.
Source: https://charmlitmag.org/poems-for-black-lives-matter-at-school
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