Love Poem: Black Eyes of America
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Written by: Tyrone Johnson

Black Eyes of America

I will stop reminiscing over the 1700s when the 2000s stop mirroring the same values
plantations upgraded to prisons, chains to handcuff, masters to head leaders and coaches
shall I keep going!
Segregation to isolation, shacks to the projects, hangings to black brutality, rations to welfare
Yet we are supposed to be happy that the emancipation proclamation set us free!
FREE of what! Free from who!
Our; out of poverty means having to be great in a sport, rapping about stupidity, being gestures to you as comedians, or acting a fool as our reality becomes amusement for your reality TV!
Yea those put food on our tables but at what cost! Being Humiliated by millions!, told what to do and how to do it! Nothing has changed!
Take all those away from us and what have we gained, how do we get into the suburbs!
We CAN'T! the schools we have, the neighbourhoods we live in, the lack of jobs in our communities!
shall I keep going!
the fact that we have more liquor stores on our blocks than we do regular grocery outlets. The fact that we graduate more kids in the streets than we do in the schools. The fact that most jails and prisons are statistically overwhelmed with minorities and not one black warden
SHALL I KEEP GOING!
Why must we be met with dialogue such as “you don't sound black”, or “you don't act like the rest of them” or “you sound so articulate” when we do obtain a great education and still have to fight for top jobs that we so deserve.
Shall I keep going!
Why must responses such as “shut up and dribble '', “this isn't your country”, “All lives Matter” be comments stated when Black leaders try to speak up for change.
 Why must the younger generation get told “just forget about it”, “it didn't happen to you” or “stop bringing up the past'', when the 60s are some of our grandparents, the 70s are some of our moms and dads, the 80s and 90s are some of our big brothers and sister! And the 2000s in which we see for ourselves. 
All eras in which there have been black hanggins, murders, burnt crosses in front of black homes, klan lead killings, black churches burned, school shootings and protest shootings targeted to black!
Shall I keep going!
Isolation breeds hate, breeds pain, breeds destruction! Over all these years blacks and minorities have been isolated into rundown neighbourhoods, and bad schools and social groups situations, where even the few good ones can fall into the undeniable reality of their surroundings just to make it.
Shall I keep going!