BLM (Say It, Live It)

BLM (Say It, Live It)

by: Tyler Ross

Black Lives Matter, why can’t you see?

Why is it hard for you to treat civilly 

and equally 

like you would to me?

Our police intimidate our streets,

and with institutional racism,

our brothers and sisters find it hard to compete.

A leveled life playing field everyday.

Opportunities like you and I have,

the privilege to control their own way.

And still, you find it hard to understand or say,

Black Lives Matter

Every fucking day!

Just like yours, just like mine.

Stop trying to shadow the shine.

This should have never taken this much time.

Are you an ally 

or are you ignorantly uneducated?

What will it take? 

For you to bring your walls down,

showcase real respectful love over the hatred.

This isn’t political.

Protecting Black people is critical.

Humanitarians, raise your fist in the air.

Time to reach for the pinnacle.

And for all you speaking cynical,

Your lack of presence is visible.

Lacking an understanding to the basic human rights principles.

Fighting for equal justice will resume.

Elevate the unheard and allow their voices to bloom.

Since the evil in people won’t fully die

Like Pac said, we gotta make these changes

and do what we gotta do to survive. 

Give back, open your mind.

Protect All Black Lives!

Let’s help keep people of color alive.

Today, tomorrow, forever we will continue to strive

for everyone 

to have the chance at life’s giant piece of the pie.

New Death

New Death

by Tyler Ross

I want to live as long as possible

and prosper with everyone

striving for the better within and out.

But I’ve got doubt.

There’s something aching

and distracting

holding me in an existential place.

I find it funny in these times

me visiting so many graves

and watching the world burn,

when it truly needs to be saved

from the hells its created.

I’m fading.

My heart health seems to be failing.

Please don’t let me go set sailing

without properly and lovingly 

saying bye.

I want to help everyone in need 

fly high.

But I’m sorry if I couldn’t last.

Death sure does come fast. 

Where Are You Doctor Manhattan When We Need You?

Where Are You Doctor Manhattan When We Need You?
by: Tyler Ross

I wish Doctor Manhattan were real.

There’s a rage I feel 

toward everyone with 

powerful privileged lips sealed, 

while another person of color killed.

By the hands sworn to protect.

Instead you put a knee to his neck?

Last time I checked,

no life is yours to take.

Your bed you’re deciding to make?

Before you think to do.

I’d choose 

Life

or you’re screwed.

Be better or you’ll lose.

His hand is the fire.

Your next negative action is the fuse.

Time for a changin’

so spread the news

or he’s coming for each 

and every one of you.

 I will fight 

for them all.

Since those 

in power hardly make the right call.

So its got me daydreaming,

because at least 

in this world,

no more 

have to fall.

And lose out on life.

In reality I’m screaming!

Let’s stand the fuck up 

and keep black lives 

breathing.