We have infinite knowledge right at our fingertips
Our inability to grow is a self-inflicted wound

Our ability to point fingers and place blame
is deeply rooted from past pain
that we've never really coped with.

Our need to flourish and rise above tribulations
comes with action, follow though and follow up.

Every month there's a hashtagged name to lift up,
bringing awareness to our countries issues.
Every week our city is blowing each other's brains out
condescending the whole purpose, adding to tissues.

Where are our warriors?

Where are the people who take a second
 to cherish life minus the material gains?

Where are the humans who love without fear
dropping their pride off at the cemetery
because they know their purpose is much bigger

Where are the coloreds who fought so hard for peace
because the black people of 2015 are so bullet proof
from King's dream, they could care less about these streets.

Your backyards are bleeding
while your country commits Genocide
Your media is demeaning
while your children are growing up with blind eyes.

We need more warriors
Thought provoking, conversationists
who aren't afraid to break the glass
in case of an emergency.

Soldiers so aware of their power
they aren't consumed by distractions
because it hasn't gotten any better
you are watching it get worse.

Until that hearse comes rolling around
your neighborhood bearing your family members name
you're going to keep pretending its a game
but in the meantime...

I'll keep sparking the unconscious minds of today
waiting on those other warriors to finally awake.


Brooke Jean (C) 2015