Tuesday, June 20, 2017

For Aiyana Mo'Nay Stanley-Jones: An American Tragedy






By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.

This little girl haunts me
She makes me fear for my own seed
That innocence can die in the young years
Before they even develop their own fears
A fleeting instant
A quick last breath
A soul long gone from its young vessel
Americas bloodlust has extended to the youth
Poisoning them and killing them in one big swoop
I wish I could take on that pain you must’ve felt
In those few last seconds, you had left
I’ve never met you but I love you
I wish I could’ve protected you
Or at least held you in your last hour
A parent should never have to bury their child
Especially when the government was too trigger happy to care
To check if they even had the right house
Or see that a child was sleeping on the couch
Black Lives Matter
But it seems selective
Fleeting even
Because before we get used to the first hashtag on Twitter
We’re bombarded with 20 more
Desensitizing us to more
But you little girl
You stick with me
And will stick with me
All the days of my life
RIP Aiyana Mo'Nay Stanley-Jones
July 20, 2002 – May 16, 2010

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Through My Eyes





I wish for just a day
Maybe even just a moment
That you could see the world through my eyes
To see the strength forced upon me
Like Atlas
The world is upon my shoulders
Feet have worn from constantly walking towards a dream that goes unseen
At times
Wondering if everything even means a thing
Loveless or Love less
Like an unstable comet
Fast losing hope in humanity
Hoping humanity can finally see other humans
And celebrate them
Not silence them
The beauty of the melody of colors and creeds
Working
Living
Loving
Being
Truly
Us
Unbiased and thinking
Thoughts
Intelligence isn't dead

Thursday, June 23, 2016

America's Bloodlust




Rivers of blood flowing through a majestic land 
Endless tears cried 
When even kids have died 
In this great land  
Of America 
Much like a third world 
Our greed and blood thirst 
Has gotten worse 
I believe America is cursed 
From her own blood lust 
Legions of disease brought by evil beings 
Wiping out native lands 
And killing off native beings 
Backs of the children of Africa bled for profit 
Generations of so-called minorities  
Destroyed by ole Jim Crow 
But oh how our bloodlust grew 
We fought wars with poor bodies for rich profit 
Then left those same poor to die in waiting for lines from a broken bureaucracy 
Now a lunatic with a cause 
Caused by generations of systematic hate and marginalization 
Makes the chickens come home 
Roosting in whatever community 
The majority hates 
Alas 
Such hate and evil never reside in place 
The suburbs are getting a taste 
Of the neglect felt by the inner city 
Urban centers 
The ghettos and hoods 
Or whatever other phrase used to dissociate America 
From it’s poor, neglected few 
The blood lust overflows rivers 
Overflowing 
Flowing into every facet of America 
Now they must open those eyes 
As painful as it may be 
America was never great 
We just had a very big rug to sweep it under 
Maybe 
Once those eyes are open and clear 
We’ll see the destruction of human bodies 
Unite to prevent more human fatalities 
Or we can trust the system 
But 
A piece of paper never gave us freedom, we took it for ourselves 
Inaction never fixes problems but actions speak loudly 
  
  
Tony L. Jefferson, Jr. 2016

Thursday, March 10, 2016

Asshole, I Am


I guess by definition 
I'm what's considered an asshole 
A deplorable human 
Speaking the facts better left unsaid 
While ignoring my obvious flaws 
Hypocrite 
Finding a way to judge 
Finding a way to defer problems created by an ego 
Flawed by thoughts of supremacy 
But truly humanistic 
Waiting to be challenged 
And stumped 
Check your ego at the door 
Everyone here is equally judged 
But we're not God 
Just accountable 
  
  
Tony L. Jefferson, Jr 2016