Don’t It Make You Wanna Scream


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With the way the world is today for those who are affected

With abuse, schemes, and injustice,

For the ones who feel they are constantly being push backwards

Don’t it make you wanna scream?

I can’t understand how all the marching, fighting for equality, for a better world

Can’t breathe, suffocating from a corrupt system,

People who will put their people in harm’s way

The ones who practice segregation, hatred, and abuse

Don’t it make you wanna scream?

I sometimes feel like I want to stop:

Fighting

Posting

Talking about these things

Wishing

Praying

And trying.

When will it stop?

When will children stop being hurt, victimized, and/or having a parent(s) being taken away from them?

When will people stop being judged by the color of the skin and still being killed?

Don’t it make you wanna scream?

This whole damn system sucks.

If a family needs help, you got to jump through hoops to get it, and your child may get taken away if the system feels like you can’t take care of them.

They tell a woman what to do with her body and some states made abortions to where she can’t even get an abortion if SHE wants to get one. No one has a say so on what a woman does to nor with her body.

But, is anyone going to do something about incestuous crime and other sexual crimes?

(Screaming!)

Is anything going to be done about the suicide rates, poverty, and police brutality most of all?

So much going on in the world and more than marching and posting needs to be done. But, those of us who are doing what we can, do not stop. We have to go on.

Screaming on the outside, crying on the inside thinking how 70 years ago how different races of people march and fought for change, for a better America

Just to get some changes that we so-called see today that came from them being beaten, hosed down, and having dogs attacking them by the ones who said they are to serve and protect, but don’t.

Me being a child laying on the warm grass looking up into the sky watching the clouds danced by, I would wish for a world to get better, a better tomorrow so my future children and their children’s children’s children wouldn’t still have to deal with the same bullshit our people had endured.

Don’t all this shit make you wanna scream?

I can barely focus on the good because every time I can take a breath, I feel robbed like many others when something else happened in the country/world. Like I have to get stronger so I won’t become weak to the ways of this world of people who refused to do what is right. Everyone has rights, and some forfeited their rights when they do something wrong is how I see it.

I get that this country is not utopia, but getting close to dystopia, though I am going to continue to work on myself to be a better me and do my part to help those who are deserving.

“We gotta make a change
It’s time for us as a people to start makin’ some changes
Let’s change the way we eat, let’s change the way we live
And let’s change the way we treat each other
You see the old way wasn’t working so it’s on us to do
What we gotta do, to survive.” — From Tupac’s Changes.

Side note: I hope everyone’s weekend went well. Sometimes I feel like if we put certain “things” in a bubble and keep filling that bubble up with those things and holding it in your chest, it will pop and cause something detrimental to happen.

Take care of yourself mentally, spiritually, emotionally, and physically. Talk it out. Scream it out. Walk it off. Meditate. Vent. Center yourself. Do whatever it is you can to protect your energy and space.

Take care and be safe. Peace out, lovelies.

—Pamela

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