Kingz

*An older piece I had written in high school*

Are we all kings?
That title doesn’t suffice my confusion.
I think of it and feel exclusion.
Last time that I looked around,
I walked out of my apartment doors and heard 100 rounds,
By the hands of my brethren.

Latino/Hispanic
Caucasian/Spanish
Asian/African,
It doesn’t make a difference,
If I have to worry about getting stitches by my own kinship.
Sharp shooters that’ll leave anyone gripped in submission…

If I remember right,
We start fires without buckets of water,
Slaughtered by the flames ignited by our own ignorance…

We’re losing because we’re blind…
Blind enough to switch channels in front of our eyes,
Instead of picking up a book and realize,
Not only do we have a third eye,
But the code to the pyramid of life…