COLORS

 

they told them all the good never mentioning the bad 

they showed them how they could live wearing their colored rags, now it is so sad, that their lives had to end in such a tragic way, 

nothing we could,do nothing we could say 

         they had all the answers, now they are gone today they chose this life for many reasons, making all the wrong moves losing their lives, what did they have to proved killing, for a color hating one another

they told them all the good never mentioning the bad
that showed the how they could live wearing their colored rags,

  just what does it mean, this color, they said 
that  if a man wears the wrong color shirt on the wrong side of town, 
that he wouldn't make it home he would be shot down

no man should have to die because of the color he wears
the places he chose to go he should be safe there

they're killing or future
disgracing our past

how long will this madness go on
how long can our young black men last

    they told them all the good never mentioning the bad
now their gone today what men we could have had

Kortni Quick

May 29, 2020  ·

I am white.

I am from Cullman, Alabama.

And I am fucking outraged.

Racism isn't anything new to me. I hail from the land of "don't let the sun set on your black ass." I live less than a mile from a field where KKK rallies were known to be held until I was about 7. I've seen "Heritage not Hate" so many times it's permanently etched into the back of my eyelids. I've seen young black men expelled from their high school because someone called them the "N-Word" and no one stood up for them. I've heard whispers of "she dated a black boy," and "they never come this far into town." 5 years ago the KKK left a bag full of candy on my doorstep with a flyer inviting me to a rally. My best friend (who is married to a black man) got a bag of rocks.

See, when Sandra Bland was murdered I kept my mouth shut. "It's not my battle," I thought.

When Trayvon Martin was murdered I said nothing while everyone whispered that a teenager shouldn't have worn a hoodie. "He knew what he looked like," resonated through my town like a chant at a football game. I told myself, "I have no idea what these people are going through. I have no right to speak on their behalf."

When Tamir Rice, a 12 year old boy, was murdered in cold blood for playing with a toy I held my baby a little closer. I was fearful that he would grow up in a world where his friends would be executed. I was furious, I was scared, and I kept my mouth shut. "What do I know about oppression?"

I've sat and been silent while countless black men and women were murdered in the street. I've fought quiet battles in private, but never openly for fear of saying something wrong or not having all the facts straight. I did not want to do more harm than good by being uneducated or inexperienced.

When George Floyd was murdered it awakened something in me. I'm tired of keeping my mouth shut. I'm tired of standing idly by while innocent people are MURDERED. I do not care that he may or may not have been writing a bad check. Do you know what the penalty is for that? It's a fucking misdemeanor.

Dear black people:

I see you. I hear you. And I stand with you. I will not let this fall to the wayside as so many other senseless deaths have. I will not forget. I will fight for you.

I will stand and film if you are pulled over, even if it means I "rock the boat."

I will stand with you on the courthouse steps, even if it disappoints the people from my town.

I will fight with you, even if it means I may be hurt.

I will use my privilege to help you in whatever way I can. I swear it.

Dear white people:

Do not be silent. Do not be fearful. Stand up for what is right.

If it was my son, or my brother, or my father that was murdered heads would roll.

Do not speak to me about how "rioting wasn't the answer" when they've been peacefully protesting since before you were born.

Do not speak to me about "not all police," when it IS in fact "all black people."

Do not speak to me about percentages and black on black crime while you don't have to worry every single day if your son is going to come home safe.

Do not defend the actions of murderers and try to justify it by pulling out every bad thing their VICTIM ever did.

I'm tired, y'all. I'm tired of seeing a world filled with hate. This is not the world that I want for us. It's not the world I want for our children. And I will do whatever I have to to ensure that things change. Regardless of consequence.

#NoJusticeNoPeace #JusticeForGeorgeFloyd #BLACKLIVESMATTER #myProblemTOO

 

 

 

 

  Saddest Sounds From Now And Then Are The Words lost In The Wind

once we obtain the desire to embrace the sounds of WORD that had been with held from us in this foreign land, the  next obstacle was to understand the meaning and  of  word, see that the only way that we would have to accomplish this task was to trust and believe the ones that would be teaching.

before we could make it to the second grade we were force to close the only little Black School. in our community and attend another school of their choosing.
talk to read with books such as Sally, Dick, and Jane Go Spot Go.

and then their came the King James Version of the Holy Bible the only bible that my mother would let us study about the Lord from or maybe the Watch Tower every now and then.

at the end of revelation it is written that "who soever change or remove any words from this book of prophecy, God will remove that person's share in the tree off life and in the holy city that are described in this book"

Now i will explain to those whom believe that  my faith is pagan and sinful, but the one that was force read to us , authored by the the judge whom accursed  Moses of be a soccer, referring to his plagues that was put upon there blood line. this author was also the author of the first bible of demonology. We were instilled with the imprint of Knowledge that every Being holds Power of FreeWill and with that Power  has the ability to pass down  [ Passive

 thus   when you question this book that is a unforgivable sin.

1. any words that were sent down by God  be written and bond as a holy manuscript  to guide and comfort any one  that should need, want or desire the guidance and comfort from God. Should  be offered not force upon anyone choosing not to except this offer of guidance. 
2. we were taught that in the English rule of grammar (and there are lots of them) you never Begin a sentence with the word "and"  this may not bother the masses but it confused me and when i came across a European we discuss religion and i pose the question of why is it that the KJV of this book start off breaking rules that they had set in place for us to follow and guide us to a better exist. She smiled and said to me your have the wrong book.
3. in Genesis the first chapter reads that in the beginning God created heaven and earth ....and in the second chapter of Genesis it reads and when the Lord God made earth and heaven..... now which is it is it both or Thu my understanding and interpretation of these words there were two one created and one made, and what is the difference between creating and making. one is a original and the other is a copy of the original but opposite, its like and image reflecting its self back from a mirror and the I catches you staring at yourself  every now and then.
4. why was the last passages put into this book "who soever change or remove any words from this book of prophecy, God will remove that person's share in the tree off life and in the holy city that are described in this book" was it to keep us from missing out on blessing, or was it to take away from blessing that had already been promise to us, a promise made by Any God should be kept, and if there are any stipulations in the conditions in trusting and believing in his words they should be put at the Beginning of this book not at the end after you have question the thing you have read. but perhaps the KJV knew forehand that, that was exactly what we would do Its called Bible Study, studying is to break it down and interpret what was meant thur the writing of the WORDS.

when, in the hea

pieces of a dream

this morning i woke up with only pieces of  a dream,
with this feeling of extacy that, what could this mean.
the very thought of that joy, that evades me doing day light,
slipped it way into my soul for only one night.
i still can feel the love in his tone, why did it only last until the dawn.
could it have be and angle for heaven above,
i not really certaing what i concieved was lust,

no love i've ever had, has made me feel that way.
only forbidden thoughts of love has ever led  me astray
this morning i woke up with only pieces of a dream

Tomorrow's Fight

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 Last Knight  i dreamed of his laughter and just as it turns  to tears it  leaves. then the Day Light  breezes in with and with it the memories of the face and smile that i percieved it could be, Evening  layed me down with the feeling of painful lost.  if only i could forget Shame. now his back again, and his Heart knows what I did, to make Tomorrow  wish to remain hide three Spaces, three faces, one Moment sacrificed  because of the Words whispered to the Thoughts of Knight just  as he   Begins His Fight.