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November 08, 2005
Slam Poetry
A Rise and Then A Fall
A rise and then a fall, sometimes you don’t know who to call when it happens. You’re up and then you’re down, that’s all there is to it. The oppressor and the oppressed, no need to second guess the oppressors wrong. Taking your fall to justify their rise, there can’t be a compromise. Nothing but lies, deceit and fault, to determine who it is that’s meant to be caught.
Caught up in the cycle of “being” a certain way. Black, White, Asian, or Latino races, we all have the same faces. Faces that express emotion, sadness, love and hate. But yet we’re so quick to designate someone’s actions because of their race. Don’t we get it yet? People rise and they fall, mistakes that people make have nothing to do with race at all.
We’re all people, we see, we taste and we feel. That should be enough to give people an appeal to the truth. The truth being that people are not so different. We all rise fall the same, so there really is no one to blame. We should truly be ashamed for calling someone a racist, when sometimes we act the same way. One day we’ll all have to pay for our rises and falls, but for now we just have to keep getting back up.
Posted by lcisperez at November 8, 2005 07:18 PM
Comments
Wow, Yasmin.
Posted by: Nanette Savides at November 8, 2005 07:54 PM
This is amazing. I really have nothing more to say.
Posted by: lauren Searls at November 8, 2005 11:16 PM
Yasmin--Truly incredible. You speak the truth in your simple words. So powerful and to the point. I may just have to print out this one. Interesting how you added the element of rhyme and your poem seemed to have this rise and fall when I read it. Incredible.
Posted by: Christina at November 10, 2005 12:01 AM