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Why debunk Black Lives Matter?


Why is it that people are posting “debunking” videos or going out of their way to insist “black loves matter” is wrong…. These facts about other races being killed are public record and accessible to anyone, that’s not the point of it all. We know which demographic has more deaths… We also know what demographic makes up a larger portion of the population do the number of those killed would be proportionately larger than those of black races. Black lives matter isn’t a rally cry to say “Hey, I’m black and my life matters, not yours.” It’s a yell out to the world that Black lives haven’t mattered and we want you to see that it does just as much as yours! Black lives matter doesn’t need to be debunked. It needs to be taken just as seriously as all other lives. The loss of life for senseless reasons is the loss of sentience. Even animals don’t kill for the sake of killing, it’s for a reason.

So yes I will post Black lives matter and not feel ashamed or like I’m saying something against other races. I will continue to denounce the debunking of “black lives matter” and question the motives of those who feel the need to post such things to these social media vehicles.
I was raised by a family who went through the happiness and hell of the 60’s 70’s and so on. They taught me to see character not color, even though they lived in a time that could have easily molded them into racial hate mongers. I implore you to do the same and not get bogged down by the words Black Lives Matter.
Love you all,
LeTavious “Poetic Ice” Hemingway, a man who wants to see the end of violence and the birth of colorblind love!

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Poetry

Insane sanity

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It’s easy to be crazy, hard to be sane
A fact that rings true much to my disdain/
Oh the humanity
I’m trapped in my sanity
Life’s goal is for you not to be demented/
Not to give someone boots that are cemented/
Just to stay calm and chill
Don’t give in to the orgasmic urge to kill
Be noble, wear a cape like Bruce Wayne
Never be a Joker laughing at a blood stain/
Don’t ever let the blood smear
Hold you sanity very near
I’m wrapped in a straight jacket called society/
Where nut jobs and wackos get notoriety/
They walk loose, everyone is dangerous
Pushing the limits of Gore trying to be infamous/
Yet we are instructed, taught, trained to be sane/
It’s almost a sin to even complain/
Insane sanity, it’s not rare, actually commonplace/
Its almost normal to want to hatchet a face/
But if sanity is insane and insanity is sane/
Then, who is really in the straight jacket? The Joker or Bruce Wayne/
It can really bother the mind
Are you insane? Or sane with an axe to grind?/

Poetic Ice

Who really knows?

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Heart Beat

Ba-bum ba-bum/
The calm heart beats/
A calmness in the air, a peace in the streets/
Silently the sun swiftly sets/
The dangers arise, evil places bets/
What are the odds you’ll live the night/
What was that sound? Was it your fright?/
Ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum
The heart turns up the frequency/
Your body shivers, surrounded by delinquency/
Go left, no right! Not down the dark alley/
Turn the corner, only to enter death valley/
Stripping you of money and clothes isn’t their goal/
These dark citizens are after your soul/
Ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum/
The heart now the star of a bloody thriller/
Your eyes locked on your would be killer/
Mind confused, do I fight or run?/
Either way he”ll cut you down fir fun/
Drop to your knees beg for life/
A smile breaks out as he licks his knife/
Ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum/
Adrenaline takes over as you plead/
The chemical fuels your instinctual need/
Rush him, fight to survive/
He thrusts for you to no longer be alive/
Struggle on until warm flesh meets cold steel/
The crimson life force oozes from the blades meal/
Ba-bum…. ba-bum….. ba-bum
The heart begins to slow/
With each vicious stab the crimson will flow/
This is the true end/
There is no way a severed ventricle will mend/
Lifeless eyes, the reaper has played his roll/
Ever so quietly, these are the final sounds of your soul/
Ba-bum……………. ba-bum

-Poetic Ice

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Insanity

The world broadcasts insanity/
We have been thrust into calamity/
Peace, rare.
Violence, common
Riots happening
Looting our ties to humamity/
Selling it on the chaotic black market/
The world is burning with a flame we can’t see/
A blaze that will disintegrate you and me/
Men, women, black, and white/
Asian Latino, European, all living in fright/
Wondering if their brethren is next up for senseless slaughter/
Just to be beheaded in the streets as useless fodder/
Shot down in cold blood/
It’s amazing the world hasn’t drowned in this crimson flood/
Death visits all stages of life/
Babies have died at the hands if the car and heat’s knife/
Mothers and fathers claimed by insanity murder their kids/
Mercenaries taking lives for the highest bids/
A grown man kills a boy and roams free/
A woman fires a warning shot at abuse and jail is where she be/
Everyday is filled with new threats/
Just trying to survive your morning commute is a risky bet/
The media broadcasts all this insanity/
Until it’s normal to be consumed with calamity/
It hardens your heart living in this world/
The violence is starting to own this world/
Are we at the point where we’re all insane?/
Has chaos finally broken through order’s membrane?/
I’m sick of all the calamity/
It’s delving my mind into insanity/

Poetic Ice

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Violence

Violence
Running rampant in our world/
Torturing our community/
Killing our people/
Protected under the law/
America’s frozen heart will never thaw/
Zimmerman and Dunn
“Stood Their ground” and won/
Martin and Davis bled out away from parents, never again to see the sun/
Irony never hit harder in the sunshine state/
Its apparent if you own a gun you control fate/
The fates of unarmed children/
Honestly does that make you a hero then?/
A hoodie, skittles, music, and tea…/
Did you know they were your life’s fee?/
Martin and Davis and so many others/
God, do you hear all of the weeping fathers and mothers?/
Brothers and sisters?
All because of two unforgiving misters?
Zimmerman and Dunn
let me ask do you feel our shun?
Or rage, hate fear, disgust, confusion?
At the fact that you are afforded rights, and you abused them?
Remorse?
Regret?
Do you feel them?
Your psychological wounds, time may never heal them/
This mental struggle is yours and yours alone/
Because these boys can never go home/
You stood you ground in Florida, you know your rights.
But would there be a ground to stand on if they were whites?
Or girls
Muslim or atheist?
Or in another country?
In a dictatorship or empire?/
A democracy allows you to vote on whats murder or not./
And votes can always be bought!/
As long as I pay my taxes and feel threatened without proof I can decide who gets shot/
If you can’t see the wrong in this, you’re blind/
What warped propaganda has twisted your mind?/
Your another zimmerman and Dunn waiting to happen/
And when it does your like minded clan will be clapping/
We as humans apparently need something to save us/
Before there is another Trayvon Martin and Jordan Davis.

R.I.P. Young men, guide us from the other side and greet us with arms opened wide my brothers, not because of race, because of our humanity. A fact forgotten by many.

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