The words of my beautiful daughter, Susannah Faith Morris. BLM…

I wrote these poems from the heart, because growing up a child of colour wasn’t easy and anyone who I’ve known will stand by that statement. There is bullying and the supervisors like the people at school who are supposed to trust and take care of you never did to me, they were never the nicest either. Continuing it wasn’t just at school or sports; I, as well as many others experience white privilege and racism every single day. It’s just appalling and I’m so glad that recently more and more people are coming forward about their experiences and injustices towards this topic and others are supporting them. It’s such an important topic to me and billions of other people around the world so I thought what better way to express that than through art in my poems. 

Him

On Abby road south he stands

Facing east towards the sun.

Silenced, Lifless. 

His voice, stolen.

 His hands, taken. 

His words jumbled.

He’s barely living 

Just alive. 

Not a tear

nor a cry

But how he got here?

The story is all told when you look into his eyes.

Her

Honey.

Candy.

Chocolate. 

Fudge. 

Her eyes?

A drop of sunlight

As gold as can be

Beautiful like honey

And Sweet like candy.

Candy.

Oh her sweet sweet smell,

Her embrace brings healing

And happiness as well.

Chocolate

Her flawless skin

So smooth

And dark

You can see in her eyes all the love in her heart.

Fudge tangled and tough 

Like her curly hair up in a puff.

Oh sweet sweet love but that’s never enough.

She is sweet as can be but nobody takes the time to see the candy.

Who knows, maybe the world’s not as sweet as you see. 

A walk in the park

It’s just a walk in the park,

It’s just a walk in the park.

The Park where my father died,

My mother, sisters, and brothers, too.

Grandma, grandpa, and their parents, our whole family though.

 Killed?

Murdered?

Enslaved?

My father would tell. 

All of us died here running away from hell.

Not the hell that you see

But the hell that I live 

Every day, forever more

Over my dead of my kin.

All for what?

The colour of my skin.

Well ladies and gentlemen now.

Let our story begin.

Your headlight is out

Sir stop your headlights is out,

Grab your ID there’s nothing to worry about.

Keep your hands in sight 

don’t move to sudden,

Don’t disobey

 your life could end with a pull of a button.

Boom Pow

Your head swings back 

After asking a question

 What’s all this about.

Red, red, all I see is red, 

Now I am laying here all but dead. 

Sir stop your headlight is out 

Now here. 

THIS.

Is what I’m talking about. 

Present

It’s the Present not the past,

2020 at last.

There’s no racism, sexisem, or anything vast.

Those ships have sailed, finished their tracks.

Well then why am I the one always being looked passed.

It’s my fault all my fault sir how can It be

 He only looked in the glove box for his own ID.

Shot?

Dead?

How can this be?

It’s still the morning barley half past three

Fire

The fire.

Oh the fire in her eyes 

after they told her

that her husband had died.

The flames,

The hurt,

Screams,

And cries.

Oh sudden they stop, as a bit of her dies.

Her hands tremble,

She’s weak in the knee.

Her hearts broken

How is this to be? 

Days

Days weeks and years go by

And one after another all of us die.

Why do they get to walk on by 

Their privilege? Their skin?

Im sorry were born in the world that were in,

But are you really too selfish to see only our skin

Or to look and find the power 

to see what’s within?

We might surprise you with our love and devotion.

Until then try to give us a chance

It’s hard to live without even getting a glace

For college, jobs, and even life too.

You and me are the same 

Through and through.

So why?

Why is it only my skin that matters to you.

War

BLACK LIVES MATTER!! BLACK LIVES MATTER!!

We chant yet you say we can’t

How dare we ask for freedom, how dare we speak for hope.

Equality is something you did revoke.

BANG BANG BANG BANG 

Get back in line you say

You wouldn’t have shot us if we were thinking “okay”

What’s wrong with wanting equality 

You blame it all on psychology

Well sir there is absolutely nothing wrong with me.

You put us all in pain

because you’re so vain.

We came here today to protest

We came here for peace

Then yet again someone else dies here next week?

We are not sick nor weak

Sir were to seek 

the injustice you imbed on us whilst you sleep.

My Leader

My leader is my savior,

My love, and hope

My leader will never ever revoke .

He speaks with words of love 

He’d never preach hate.

The lord and the heavens above 

Watch us with a heart ache.

His children hating each other?

Because one thinks their skin is above the other?

Black, white, red, blue.

God loves all.

So should you.

Happily ever after

Happily ever after they say.

From fighting to dying we pray everyday

But our happily ever after is still far away.

But until then we’ll keep our emotions at bay

And keep fighting and fighting until we see the day

When our happily ever after is not far away

And even then we’ll keep fighting

until it’s near

When the days of equality are FINALLY here.

Susannah Faith Morris