Sometimes GOD kisses the sun when I’m not looking, Dead bodies crypt walk in light of day, seems like everyone comes alive in the night time, by dawn perfume bodies lay dry on dirty sheets, you count your blessings that stray bullets don't dictate your fatality, How can you not smell a HOLOCAUST every time you ride through my hood my people are more slump by the second, Carry our niggas names by the numbers tattooed across our forearm, Because in the hands of the militia/ there is no return, The smell of dead flesh is still pumping from the gas chambers, We call it the school to prison pipeline, Crack corrupts corners becomes a fines kryptonite my people are still at war, More GHETTOS than 1944 Germany, But they mock us, It’s easier to target a people who wear their yellow stars in their skin, They say history repeats itself, But no one smells the holocaust in my hood, In Baltimore seems like we bleed COTTON, Make a dollar to give it right back it ain't good enough to slave in the city of charm, everyone’s elevating but don’t know the definition of elevation, as you increase in latitude the temperature decreases, like ben CARSON after medical school, my city is the aftermath of nuclear bomb turned genocide, Told we don’t benefit if the GOVERNMENT don’t profit Baltimore is the left back burner in the forbidden kitchen, , no amount of balls they pass us can make up for the generations they cut off, alcohol can keep the poor chasing lost dreams a liquor store on every corner, To remind children that when the system fails them, They can still drink themselves to death, When you can’t find a job because no one hires an ex vet , You can still drink yourself to death, When you’ve popped more PILLS than an addict by the age 13, because the doctor said it would calm you, You can still drink yourself to death, The difference between Ann Frank and Aniya Franklin, Is no one will find her story worthy enough to publish The government profits off of black bodies, Profits off of bodies, Profits off of bones, No wonder they VALUE us 6 ft, Deep or dunking, Northern parkway is a segment of segregation separating struggle, Another way to divide a people who know oppression like the fabric of their souls, Like the fabric in their soles Park heights is the community of a modern day GENOCIDE This body knows more slave hymns than lullabies, Can quote more policeman, And politicians, Than black figures, Knows the firing of a gun, And the PLEDGE of allegiance in the same tune, Knows that any black body brought beyond basic measure, Will suffer the highest of consequence, Black bodies are cons in sequence, They love to watch us burn, We are the FRUITS of labor, Still hanging from the poplar trees, They Love to break our families apart and call us dysfunctional, This is what happens when white man becomes god, (You end up with a boiling POT of A nation that no one belongs to, A line of people who can’t claim their history, A people who pass down fear before pride You tell us to learn our history As if they didn’t know the ocean washes away initially, So No, I guess SLAVERY wasn’t like holocaust A Jewish president has yet to give us our reparations. Welcome To BALTIMORE!
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Welcome to the online edition of Frostburg State University's Bittersweet Arts Magazine. Every day our students, faculty, and staff strive to make the world a little brighter through music, writing, painting, performing, and a myriad of other forms of expression. It is our hope that this edition captures the beauty that lives on Frostburg State University's campus.
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