This is my fourth straight poem written on the back of a reaper. I’ve been writing for three straight days, trying to make this page look like my skin… I guess I should have been writing in red instead.
For too long black people have been pawns in America’s imagination. Some people think and agree we can cook your food, clean your kitchen, create the music you bob your head to, teach you dances you really wanna know, build your entire city, but if we tell you that our lives matter, we can no longer agree. We’re just terrorists and thugs, right?
You see, white people are not the problem, but this mentality, perception, and predetermination of any group without knowing what they have been through or who they are is the problem.
We got tired of hearing that black is ugly. While you may not say it, some still think it. Being black is beautiful. The greatest thing about this country is its diversity. It should be celebrated, not ridiculed.
One day, we were filming for Yo-Yo Ma in South Florida where people were doing spoken word poetry. The first poet we heard was Marnino, and it was at that moment that we knew we should create a film not only about his words but about the pain in his words. We saw Trayvon, George, Breonna, Ahmad, Sandra, and everyone in between. And while we don’t know the answers, we do know film. With film…we create.
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