The corner of the street
Fresh needles ready for the bruised meat
Giving scraps of mettle to the supplier of the heat
As we thrust gods nail into defeat
Until we see the red sheet dump into the back seat
The hypocrite minister
Rebuking the bad but is the biggest sinner
Taking life from the incubator
When he slaps the woman after he says he loves her
Closing the pearly gates so no one can see the wife beater
The shoot shoot bang bang
Now hes staring at the clang
Not wanting to hang
He slides the heat under the fangs
Of the gate and walks away before he gets hanged
The sagging of the jeans
Always grabbing his beans
When he takes out his machine
And points it at the mysterious king holding his queen
Now he closes his eyes trying not to remember the seen
The used and abused
Big brown eyes always looking confused
Her talents always being misused
Acting is what she should have pursued
Instead of being that thing he uses when he isn’t amused
The richness of the violence
Being payed by the biggest audience
Watching in admirance
The young watch the disobedience
Now the world isn’t blessed by their appearance
Their watching us world wide
Using us as their guide
To another genocide
Afraid that Our worlds will collide
They watch us fall down from the sidelines
We are
The needles in the street
The man beating his woman into concrete
The wannabe cheat
The killing in discrete
The bloody night repeat
The mockery of the violent heat
The symbol of mistreat
We are America The Beautiful
Jazmin Potts
