'Blood' Poem by Killa Cam

Blood is being
bold like the flow
of my people
the freedoom fighters
marching in to war.

The drip of a poet
to unfold I like
Mr.Hughes, plan to make History
and follow my Goals.

I flow, I grow
I hide in my
own flesh,
skin and bones.

I hide in me
I hide in my blood
when I depress
I over flood with
Love.

If I bleed
I maybe bandaged
to recover up like my black sister Rosa Parks
cussing and fussing bleeding through speech
she would die before she gave up her seat
making a rucus handcuffed of the bus cause she
wanted her people to be able to sit in the
front seats and she also wanted freedoom like the man of a dream.

It not only lead the way
it cause a diasapperance to that law
and Mr.King didnt have a castle
but he stood up to them Jim Crow laws
no he didnt have a gun, didnt need to bust no gat
nor break down a wicked tight rap but he spoke,
and spoke proudly of his race, inspired a movement,
the King let freedoom ring his way, he bleed for us not
to be no slaves and have the right to do what we to this day
and he would beg to see this day but I know he's happy he did it
his way, hit by a rock and shot Mr.Doctor Martin Luther King Jr. is like
a god to this day.

Blood aint what come's out of you
its the knowledege that should grow in you
fighting mentally is blood do it for your rights at all
your might to stand up for what you love
cause any minute you might die so at least try to rise to the sky then
not rise at all, rise to you feel you cant rise no more,
fight for your freedom like them freedoom fighters
and never hate nor despise just keep it moving be black
with as much blood till you die.