Give Me The Peace

Don’t pretend.

You don’t have to be my best friend

Sharing secrets and side eyes,

Cackles rattling the insides

As we joke.

No joke!

We aint gotta be best friends like that-

Matter fact,

We dont even need

To be


Like spring breezes

Cutting through muggy Afternoons

Chill glistening off a pitcher

Of Amber Bach

Before heading home

From the happy hour.

No chill required, my dude.

If I desired all that,

This here would be a different

kind of conversation.


What I want

Can’t be carved out of stone,

Laws broken

And then rewritten again.

This ain’t about a commandment!


Enough about a remission of sin.

The blood shed

On your hands doesn’t fade, and

You need that blood

To be cleansed…

What I am fighting for

Is the main thing to me:

The reciprocity

That comes with respecting that

You are just like ME…

Or rather, That I just BE-

And NOT:

An idea to be vandalized

on Fox News and CNN and MSNBC

A beast to be

Tranquilized in the streets

when I ain’t docile


To calm your need for

A monster to kill

Or a cheap way to thrill

Your bloodlusting girlfriend who doesn’t know better than

To mix violence with the sheets.

I ain’t no

Fake boogey man waiting for you

In your closet!

Man, you have lost it,

Looking around for an answer

For the cancer that you’ve

Spread through history like

Peanut butter

Over some bread.

And seeing your own reflection,

You killing me instead

Of facing you…

I ain’t no chocolate mystery.

Just like my ancestors before

All I want you to do is

“give us us free”-

Freedom from the skeletons

Rattling behind

YOUR door that I

Keep shedding blood for.

I can’t take it-can’t fake it.

I can’t breathe no more.

My hands up now,but not

For you not to shoot.

They up cos I’m


Being a target for you

To exorcise your demons through.

Is that alright with you?

No? Then let me speak:

My justice gone

Come at

The cost of

Your peace.

Your piece

Only holds so many rounds

But not enough to hold

Millions of Eric’s and Mike’s down.

You want bold? I got bold:

My FREEDOM ain’t NEVER cheap.

You can pay in justice, or

You can pay me in peace.

~Kisha L Spencer


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