Do devils cry?

does the idea of you being the reason someone's buried in
fear, tears and depression make you smile?

Does knowing you're the reason why someone's penetrating their selves with
knives make you even give out a sigh?

You probably sleep like a baby being the reason six feet under is where
your victim lies

So, don't act surprise when I smile because of the tears that rivers down
your eyes

Because you would fall on your knees and begin to cry

You'd say I've been treated Unfairly because of what's on the outside

I know it shakes your core to know what your ancestors went through

Like the slaves they were that dwelled in the beaming sun while covered in
ripped skin, tears, and scars
While beat, and shamed like the dirt that was under a slave holder's shoe

They'd still be whipped because that's what a slave holder would do

I know they cut your ancestors stomach open in the most sacred place, a
mother's womb

Snatch her only child, hang it up to beat it to death

That baby could see its own intestines while taking its last breath

And let me tell you of your great grandfather's death

Beaten like cinder so he could be a slave holder's bitch

I'm saying Kunti kunte refused to be treated a nigga's bitch

So, they tied his ass, it was way of saying "Fuck you bitch"

It was like watching the death of Jesus

Might have made you look twice
because he looked like he was suffering the same pain as Jesus

Sticks and stones did break his bones

He didn't ask for help but he's eyes screamed it, it was like calling 9-1-1

But not one person picked up the
phone

And at that one moment everyone became the devils clone

now let me ask you. Ain't that a bitch?

Congrats, today you may not be tied by ropes but by handcuffs

So, you can call Dr. king's dream a bluff

Isn't it funny how red, white, and blue represents freedom unless they're
flashing behind you?

you sang the hopes of Dr. king, let me not me judged by the complexion
of my pigment but by the quality of my personality

But I laugh because I think it's funny how you only let out a cry when your
the one being deprived

So, you turn around and be the cause of someone else's cries

So how dare you stand in front of me and cry

you were handled by a bigot

who treated you like a maggot

so you turn around and him a faggot

You turned around again and you were a sexist

But scream for equality from a racist

Why can't you see the blood that ran
down the neck of a hung child of a
slave, is the same blood that's running down from your sister's
neck because she's gay

Can you really tell the difference between the blood of the bully and the bullied?

Isn't it breath taking how the ones who makes the most noise in acts of
racism are minorities who are the dominate target of that discrimination

the ones who makes the most noise in acts of sexism are women who are the dominate target of that discrimination

the ones who make the most noise in acts of homophobia are LGBTQ members, and the ones who make the most noise in act of body shaming are the overweight and the underweight

But isn't it down right breath taking how the bullied are also the bullies
who fishes on other's sorrows like bait

But are the quickest to cry and ask for equality to strain away from being
bait

but they're also planting bait

Like why are the victims of racism being sexist?
I'm just wondering why are the victims of sexism being racist?
Why are they also Homophobic?
Why are the victims of homophobia being racist and some sexist?
I'm Just wondering why are the ones being body shamed, gay shaming?
It's like a race of who can dismantle each other first
Not all of us are hypocrites, some remembered the pain
and are humane to not cause someone else that same pain
How can you ask for equality
but not give equality?
For you don't want to be the slave but the slave holder
It seems to me no one has mercy for your pain
until they're in your own cut
vein
You would think for someone who's been the target of a bully
Would lay armors around you to guard and protect you from a bully
But no, the one who's been abused in the devil's hand
has become the devil's friend
So, equality for who?
Equality for you.
it's weird how no baby was born a bigot,
It's so humane how babies cry when they hear the cries of others
how they share laughter with anyone who's willing to make them smile
being completely open to anyone without
knowing the concept of what gender, sexuality, or race means
But how come that the more we get older the concept of enjoying to laugh
blindly just on the sole reason of being with someone that makes us happy
begins to fade.
now they've been taught and are beginning to grasp information we
learn from school, home, and the outside world as children.
You can't tell me now that bigotry isn't taught or racism, sexism and
homophobia isn't practiced.
I know wholeheartedly no one was born a bigot
There's nothing in our genetic code that says we'd grow to discriminate any one
based on the complexion of their pigment, sex, belief, race, nor sexuality

because love comes with tranquility

It's almost as if when someone doesn't mirror your belief or one's self we
discriminate

But, it takes a village to raise a child

that's a phrase we've all heard
and can relate

Which means it was a societal effort to bring lives into coffins of hate

Like how when you do something that's frowned upon they'd ask "who raised
you? "

Do something positive you'd reply "it's how I was raised." almost on cue

But when it's time to face your evil

Who do you blame the doing of your evil?

Who taught you that evil?

That's when your Two-faced words come to place and say it's not about how you were raised

Because you know the truth will burn your words to flames

So, you deny of your evil and say your nothing like the devil

Now, the words you wrote in stone for others are only papier Mache on your
end?

Is the truth only true when it benefits you?

Like the way you use the bible to shame gays that doesn't love the same
gender as you?

Like the way you use the bible to let women know their place because they
don't share the same gender as you?

But the bible is Non-existent and no law book for you

you use the bible and agree with any outside stories that side with you

true or not true?

Did you forget the sin of drugs you needled in you?

Did you forget the sin of abusing others that's become part of you?

Go ahead, point your finger at your peers and tell them they're a living
mistake that will crumble for your own muse

Just remember the second you point your finger at them, the same hand
points three fingers at you

At this point I only care to know if the words we spoke was written on our
skin would we still be beautiful?

See it's easier said than done, but everyone one bleeds blood and cry the
same tears.
You preach the sin of a gay for not contributing to the bible's tale.
While your drowning in sin of dishonesty, felony, gluttony, jealousy,
polygamy, envy, and cupidity.
but you would've never admit that.
You've already burned in your own hell.

So, you deranged your ally to dust

to imprison them in your own hidden doubts that won't seem to bust.

But, didn't Maya Angelou tell you, "you may trod me in very dirt but
still, like dust I'll rise"
Did she not tell you "I am the dream and hope of the slave I rise, I rise,?
I rise
And to those who wasn't so strong and crumbled into a million pieces
Remember the stars can't shine without darkness
Your words are no different than the lash that cut my ancestors skin
Blood escaped like the water that flows down the Nile

I'll still smile

I said didn't Maya Angelou tell you I am the dream and hope of the slave

This race is a relay

I've been given a baton passed down by legends like Dr. king, Maya Angelou,
Malcolm X, Rosa Park, moving on to barrack Obama, Michelle Obama, and now
it's me and now it's you
I was branched from a tree where broken bones are nowhere near as bad as a
broken spirit
Break me, Shatter me into a million pieces
I'll become a mosaic, an art piece

The longer I stay broken, I'll be like broken glass

even at my most
vulnerable I'll cut like knives

I'll refuse to be deprived

I'll wear my scars like badges
To show you proof of battles that never broke me

Because Ignorance doesn't faze me

I'd be damn to let hate be the death of me

When my brothers and sisters put their all on the line, their lives

For a future for me
activist like Dr. king dreamed of equality and love
Barrack Obama legalized love for everyone
Those great acts of love and equality made demands cry

So, the next time around I'll be the reason the devil cry