I want to start a war by Matasha Lee
I want to start a war.
I want to be angry at the injustice I see,
No more, yes sir, no sir,
I will not wear my cotton picking overalls,
And humble myself and pray.
I will throw bricks at you and charge at you.
I will destroy you like you do me,
For what is my love to you anyway,
But if I raise my hand to you in anger,
Bust a camp in your ass like you are so willing to do mine,
Who am I?
I am know better than you,
And I take the pain and walk away,
Until I turn my back and you stab it again.
I turn on the news and it is another one laid out in the street.
Fuck calling the ambulance, let them bleed, don’t cover them up,
Let the world see,
This could happen to you, if you fuck with me.
I am the big bad police.
So, yeah, fuck it,
I want to start a war.
You will call me an animal anyhow,
So black face, hoodie cap, and black gloves,
Here we go,
Now, I feel good that it was you and not me,
But sad case is the pain still will not heal,
And I just turned on the news and it happen again,
I can’t keep starting a war,
Wearing the same mask as you.
My reflection can’t keep reflecting you.
Damn it, it has to be another way.
I will use my hands and my mind to change things.
I will use my voice to speak up.
I will humble myself enough to say, you win, now, what do you want?
How can we better serve you?
Is there anything we can do?
Do you desire to see us, or will you rather see us slang?
Do you even desire to know my name?
Matasha Lee is my birth name.
I am twenty-seven years old.
You barely see me, but I hug some of you, when I see you pass and go,
Because you taught me about violence and staying away from drugs when I was in DARE,
You didn’t teach me to fear you, you taught me to care,
Not just about myself but another,
What happen to you?
Where are you, now?
When the world is viewing you as the ones to hate!
We scream fuck the police and you stand their shield,
What happen to you being able to come to us, and speak?
Have you forgotten we are those same children that sat in that room and listen to you say,
Don’t do drugs,
Do you remember when you protected me even when I was wrong?
Chastised me so you will never see me behind bars, and looked,
It worked, you never saw me again.
I don’t want to start a war that is my anger inside that just desire for it all to end.
I want to write a story about the cop who went to his fellow man and said, how can we change things?
I am here for you and by your side,
Let me be your guide.
Let’s clean up our streets and do better today, so the world can see that we can change.
Our war will end when love begins and we both put our weapons of unforgiveness down.
I’ll go first.