GROUPIES!!!!!!!!! (Jamila and I)

We were born of the motherland that ignores the cries of its children
Sold into the servitude of the system
This is our life’s work.
He grew up too fast to catch himself from faling
Sunken into silence
Unnamed hero, this is for you.
Unsung hymn, I hear you
Tryin to carry the weight of the world in your palms
We are humming unheard psalms to make sure that you are heard
We have waged war against our brokne boy soldiers
Drowned out their battle cries with our war drum break beats
I feel lik eeverythign just turned tribal.
Like he is unknown
Like he is a nation of many,
Unfortuntately, he learned his number too soon
He is called unidentified
Along with others just like him
Forced to wear their identity like a scarlet letter
I’ve seen this boy before
Seen his story told through the eyes of lower class griots
Second class citizens
They are not Atlases
The weight of the world on their concrete backbones does not outweigh the system
Like him lying unidentified in a manmade hell.
Built by tax dollars that spend too much time away from him
Like his working mother and positive reinforcement
So now he maneuvers in slow motion around the demons dancing beneath his prison bed sheets while he dreams
We’ve etched memories in oak trees
Shadow boxed with the truth
Answered to many misnomers
Furnished the god complex
This is called systemic oppression
We have put the cork in his champagne reveries
Nooses hung like dream catchers above his bed
Giving his hoop dreams new meaning
Networking his way out of a life sentence is only something he can do while he is awake.
Sleep comes too easily
His nightmares haunt him in daytime
Skipping the beats of circadian rhythm
This is too surreal
This hits too close to home
Like racists have moved into my inferiority complex
Any day our stories could be ignored
So we stand mouthing prayers
As if someone had stolen our vocal chords.
His anonymity speaks volumes.
Like seeing an ugly truth for the first time
We are not too far removed from his fate.
There is a number for all of us
We spend too much time counting on our constitution but
Reality is two steps away from feeling like you don’t exist
So before it’s too late, let’s not let another martyred minor go(unheard)(unnoticed)
Silently screaming his soliloquy to the wind (unspoken)(unfed)
Courting his rights to romance his jaded idea of justice (unsung)(unwanted)
Writhing himself into the wounds of a nation scarred (unwritten)(undone)
So write your story in your own words
Break the cycle of modern day maliciousness
And refuse to go unidentified!