Years to Remember - poem

A poem dedicated to the black lives lost due to racism and police brutality

2015, what a year to be alive.

Cole and Drake dropped one of the hottest albums, 

That was no surprise.

Wayne left Cash Money and we watched relationship goals die.

The same year JB decided to go blonde,

And DeGeneres helped Alex stop giving out target coupons.

It was 2015,

but how many of us were able to crack a smile?

It was a year like too many others, when bullets were shot at our brothers.

No one to yell "Quick! Take cover."

Then there's racism, still present like no other.

Police officers backtracking,

Turning back into our main source of trouble.

Trying to escape through hell,

that looks like the inside of a jail cell.

“Please don’t shoot!”

I'm not ready to become a part of tree roots.

The media is constantly showing us what they want us to see,

But what can we really believe?

Celebrities constantly on TV,

but these hashtags and activists that only last a week.

It's 2020, what a year to be alive. . .

For those who are still able to try.

It’s true when they say history repeats itself,

we’re still looking at the same celebrities playing themselves,

and those same people hating themselves.

Black lives matter all day long,

Yet here we are still singing these same songs.

How much longer until we can peacefully move on?

With nothing but dead bodies,

we’ll keep hitting these brick walls,

and it's now time to watch them fall.

With everything going up in flames,

it was inevitable for us to force times to change.

Years to remember but that's because they’re all the same.

We are killing ourselves trying to remember all these names.

When will the key be to stop playing these games?