1963 was the year.

The year that a man with a strong desire for change gave a speech that was driven from the injustice he saw around him.

I been thinking about this speech all day today, I watched it on video after a professor shared with the class last week that this is what he did every MLK day.

I studied his words, his face, that tired look upon him screaming through his words… “this has to stop.” Reminded me of how many of us must be feeling now in days with the unintelligent, bigot we have as president.

In your honor Mr. King Jr., I also have a dream. Only this time… it’s 2018… and it’s kind of embarrassing that some people still don’t get the importance of your message. It’s a shame that they don’t get how inhuman their racism and prejudice acts are.

But, I like you have faith and hope. Faith that the good will over power the evil someday, and that soon we will see better days; days filled with unity and equality for all.✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿🇺🇸

2017 

Hard working people getting deported, racism and sexism on the rise. Health care and rent is barely affordable, striving for more and we stacking up on debt. Raising a child is difficult, the outer influences over power what you teach them in doors. Drug use becoming the norm, addiction the escape people go for. Making “easy money” seems to be the goal; exploiting our bodies, minds and souls. Fourteen year old girls want make up and boys, 14 year old boys no longer want to be boys as they wish they were “men” respected as one, not realizing these bigotes aren’t even man enough. No one wants to work for it anymore, and all they do is wine. 2017 you’d think we be progressing, but with the way things are we look like we’re oppressing. Oppressing the rights humans deserve, neglecting the fights our ancestor leaders died for.

Where is the love? Peace and harmony?

Why don’t we idolize to love and believe?

Fighting each other, killing and destroying one another.

Physically and emotionally, driving each other to lunacy.

We should be ashamed.

-Kbeautifulmind

The Land of the Free 


As if we have invaded your land,you resent us being here.

As if it weren’t originally planned,

you resist our being here.

As if the tears and the sacrifices weren’t already difficult enough, 

you reject us being here. 

As if all of us had a choice, some of us brought here for a “better life;” others forced out of our countries only to continue to live in a fight. 

You hate us being here.

You hate seeing us “invade.”

You hate seeing us progress.

Though it was you that invaded

the land,

though it was you that brought us

in chained hands; making it seem like the life of a slave was the best we could have.

And now that our fight has let us out of your homes, you begrudge us for being in the land that belongs to us all.

You stand with guns and wait,

to pin us against the wall.

Belittling us for having dreams, frowning on us for the desire to progress and be free.

Thinking that this will stop us from succeeding in the land that’s always been ours.

Hear my words and listen closely…

you once put us in camps, lives were lost yet we still made it back.

You once put us in chains, only to violate and mistreat us, lives were lost yet we now walk with freedom and got our rights back.

You once worked us in farms treating us like garbage, lives were lost yet a big march came along and resistance got us fair pay and our rights back. 

We know you are scared, for it shows through your eyes.

There’s so many of us and so little of you, and you’re afraid we will take back what our founding fathers once ruled.

You’re guarding the ladder so we stay at the bottom, but since it doesn’t seem to be working you define us as rapists and criminals like we’re the problem. 

You hope that with manipulation and fear the rest will turn against us and your land will be solemn. 

I think you forgot that these are our people, united we stand and united we will defeat you.

So go ahead and envy us because of our gender or the color of our skin, that no longer means anything. 

Make fun of my accent because “I no good mi english”, call me a criminal because I MUST be a drug dealer; yet Mi gente is rising, populating, and graduating from College. 

Go ahead and warn to send us back, you will never succeed.

Go ahead and build your wall, and you’ll soon regret you did. 

We are the ones who build “The Land of the Free.”

-Kbeautifulmind