Monica Lanier

Rookie - 77 Points (Dirty Dirty South)

My People, My People - Poem by Monica Lanier

My People, My People
As shit gets deeper
Problems get steeper
Morals get weaker
Hope gets bleaker
While mute voices are the speakers
And negative images from the media, are the teachers
What is the resolution?
To this pollution, that clouds the mind
Who will be the keeper, to our people?
Who came before this time
Or will we, pretend to be blind
And act like mimes
Letting the dread of dimness
Put out our shine
My People, My People
Lets cosign and redesign
Bring greatness back
Into our bloodline
Wake up and align
Yourself into your destiny
Don't let the bullshit stop you
From being what, you were created to be
Look to your roots, be a seeker
The truth is buried deep, so dig deeper
We are, a beautiful people
Now act like you know! !
My people, My people

By: Monica Lanier-poeticmoonchild

Topic(s) of this poem: Hope

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 21, 2014

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