Lit Logical Thoughts (LLT)

The Release Of Control

As I look around the room and see students with tears in their eyes
I sit and think and wonder why
Why are we forced to hold our hand in the sky,
with a fist to make it known that we matter
But as we try to speak our mind, it’s just labeled unimportant chatter
You remind us frequently that we’re not on your level,
But I’m here to let you know that we’re special
Unlike the others, we want you to discover, that we’re no longer going run for cover
Like black men running from bombs in a war, you’re going to be screaming
No more, Please , no more
You have no idea what we’re fighting for,
Therefore
Understand that you should not claim yourself as “The Man”
Because you will be known as the new wanna be Uncle Sam
Trying to control everyone and everything you see
Only to find out they’re all behind me
Wanting us to play the game “Follow the Leader”
Only to realize, it’s not you
You’re no leader
Tuh, not a strong one at least
You’re weak
Now you’re surprised that we’re rising against you
Like the colonies did to George
But I have to let you know
We won’t be back
But maybe then, you’ll understand how strong we are
Then you’ll realize that the students with tears in their eyes have been multiplied
Maybe you could put aside your pride,
Then you can at least say that you tried
But until then
We sit, with unsolved problems,
Waiting for the other to solve them