Poems for Black Lives Matter
CHARM student editors began curating this collection of poems in February 2020, in support of the Black Lives Matter at School Week of Action, using poems that were featured in previous volumes of CHARM. The reality is that we’ve received and published many, many poems addressing systemic racism, police brutality, and racial injustice, as well as poems that celebrate Black joy, identity, and liberation. CHARM is committed to amplifying Black voices and experiences, and actively pursuing anti-racism in our organization and through our publications.
We are accepting submissions for this topic on an ongoing basis. To submit something, please contact our student editors at submissions@charmlitmag.org.
The first two poems featured were written in spring 2020 in response to the murder of George Floyd in Minneapolis, and the protests that have followed around police brutality, white supremacy, and racism in our country.
Created with sunshine
By Amaya Burke, Grade 9
Sunlight enters though her skin and exits though her smile
Her smile can light up a room and bring warmth
Coco Butter and a little coconut oil will do
Clear lip gloss will brighten her smile just a little bit more
She is made of sugar, honey and glitter but her tongue is made of spice
Enough spices to make you feel the heat but not enough to burn you
The natural highlight on her cheeks glimmer and twinkle when the sun hits them
Her hair comes in different shapes, lengths and textures
Her soul is blissful most of the time but sometimes it yEarns for acceptance
Society shames her
Her complexion is too dark
Her hair is too wild and nappy to tame
Her natural body has been cloned and observed way too many times like she on display
She is used for research without her permission like she is unhuman
Like an animal
Everyone wants to look and act like her but no one really wants to be her
No one wants to feel her pain and guess what
No one would ever will
But though it all she still manages to smile
The same smile that can light up a room and bring warmth
The same smile that was created with sunshine
“Breonna Taylor's killers still haven't been arrested after she was shot in her sleep. I drew her, hoping to bring awareness to the issue, and I want to add it to my list of submissions for your magazine because it has the most meaning of anything I've ever drawn.
We need justice for Breonna Taylor.”
—Charlotte, Grade 12
I Ain’t Welcomed Here No More
Ayodele Ayoola, Grade 9
I walk down the street
And guess who I meet
The men in blue who supposed to defend
But instead they chose to apprehend
They slap, punch, choke me red
They won’t stop till I end up dead
Oh Stop! Please? I can’t breathe!
I beg of you, just go, and leave!
My cries all disappear out of sight
I’ll end up dead if I try to fight
His knee is up against my throat
No one can stop him, they all too remote
My God, what country do I call this
A nation where the popo can just go bliss
At my expense, I kid you not!
I’ll be beat, stepped on, or even shot!
This nonsense must stop, but course it won’t
All I can do is scream Please Don’t!
As I bleed here lying dead on the floor
I know I ain’t welcomed here no more
TBIB 2020
Rashad Holloway, Grade 11
The protectors fail to protect us
Failed to serve
At least me
At least my family
My pigment makes a white woman clutch her purse when I go by
All I tried to say was hi
She can turn my greeting [acknowledgement] into an allegation
Then here come those boys in blue
Those who refuse to live by the truth
They service a government that believes I belong in a cage.
Menace 2 society
To a pig six feet under is where I should be
You step on my brothers necks while gunning down my sisters
You shoot me in my front yard
And claim that my melanin was a sin worthy of death
The Nation tells me that I should always fear those boys in blue
Before they leave me black and blue
With a bullet through my chest or a knee to my neck
We’ll always protest for those who have been laid to rest.
Change must come
Our revolution will be won.
Because at any encounter with those boys in blue I send an “I love you” text
Because I know, that I could be next.
Knees on our necks
By Amaya Burke, Grade 11
“I can’t breathe”
“I cant breathe”
His knees on his neck
We all watch as his life slips away from him
8 mins of horror
Another life to mourn
Officers fired
Okay but that’s not enough for us
Still no charges
They're protecting these murderers
We’re tired of the same results
We’re tired of having to beg for our lives
I am tired of seeing my brothers and sisters die
They are supposed to protect and serve
But all they do is kill
“Well don’t resist”
“Just stay calm”
“Just comply”
No matter what we do
We’re a target
Our skin will still be seen as a threat
Their knees will still be on our necks
My people are tired and numb
“Rioting won’t help anyway”
“Looting won’t bring him back”
They don’t not understand that our numbness has turned into rage
Our rage keeps us going
Our rage is now our strength
Our rage set a city on fire
And together we'll watch it burn
We’ll have our knees on their necks
Like MLK said
Riots are the voices of the unheard
Alternate Names for Black Girls
By Kobi Brown, 8th grade
1. Flexin my complexion
2. Strong
3. Powerful
4. Wild forest of hair
5. Sisterhood
6. A mother’s angel
7. The ashes that turn into a phoenix
8. Beautiful just the way you are
9. Flower flourishing through all the chaos
10. I’ll Rise, I’ll Rise, I’ll Rise
Alternate Names For a Black Boy
Rashad Holloway, 8th Grade
1. Monster
2. Menace to society
3. Black toxic cloud
4. Red not black
5. It
6. Ingrate
7. Not-so-bad
8. A disgrace to Mom
9. White shell turned Black after an oil spill
10. Eyes carrying a heavy, dirty soul
11. A dark gray sky before your eyes
12. A Hershey chocolate bar with nothing inside
13. 2016 and still a Negro
14. Bad boy wishing for Dreamville
15. Still wanting to believe even if it’s all a lie
16. Translucent
17. A god of anger
18. Misunderstood
19. Mistake
20. The unwelcomed superhero
21. Blackened angel
Black By Popular Demand
By Madison Mattison, Grade 12
Learn to love that nappy hair
That we don't care
That ghettofied
That dramatized
That brotherhood
That divided hood
Learn to love them gold teeth
That crooked speech
That “Imma be a baller” talk
That ‘no fear’ in my walk
Learn to love that black magic
Honey dripping down the walls
That majestic beauty standing real tall
Learn to love those family gatherings that keep you up at night
That kind of music you don’t like
That hustle game that stays real strong
That face we make like you did something wrong
Learn to love that..
We are Unchanged
Unchained
Unapologetic
Don't you ever forget it
We are black by popular demand.
Where I’m From
Saniyah, 6th Grade
I am from the Milky Way to the earth
To the continent of Africa
To the country of Nigeria from whom my ancestors have been dragged
I am from the country of the United States
From my religion of being a Muslim
From Ayesha Muhammad
From Michael Larkins
To my mother’s childhood to the nerdiness I have
From the sunshine I am
To the courage I have
I am from a long line of ancestors who would fight for what’s right
A line of ancestors who fought for freedom
I am from the reason my grandfather didn’t fight in the war
I am from the segregation my ancestors went through
From what my grandparents did for me to be a Muslim today
From very distinct personality
From very unique people
That’s where I’m from how about you?
My Black Family
By Lyriq Cook, Grade 6
You will write us down in History
for our greatness.
Notes jump off the keyboard
as my dad plays gospel music in the house.
We sing together in harmony,
passing the mic like LeBron catching an alleyoop from Kyrie.
They didn’t name me Lyriq for nothin.
My Black Family will rise.
The sounds inspire us to dance through our challenges,
sweat dripping down our spines like oil.
We are strong, great, and powerful.
We push through touch battles like they’re air.
My Black Family will rise.
When you shoot us with your words
and hate the way we look,
it doesn’t hurt because we’re a black family
that sticks together like magnets.
Haters gonna hate,
so we walk with pride and ignore them.
This Is My Black Family
AND WE WILL RISE.
The Talk
by Samnae Brown, Grade 6
My daughter, my son.
The day you were born I was terrified,
not of you, but of the people who would be around you.
Those who would judge you for how you look and what you are.
Not African-American.
Not negro.
You are black.
Rich in melanin, you are pure.
There are people who won’t take care of you like I do.
Eventually you gon’ get a car and be able to drive
“Momma I’m a good driver all my instructors say so.”
This ain’t about you bein’ a “good driver” thsi about you not coming home one day.
“Fine ma’ what should I do then?”
Speak in a calm tone so the officer knows you’re not in an irate state.
When they ask for you license and registration, you say where you’re gettin’ it from.
“You goin’ off on a tangent ma.”
No. I’m tellin’ you how to be safe ‘cause of the way you look.
“The way I look?”
You’re black.
Some white officer might say you had a weapon or you was bein’ aggressive.
You won’t get justice baby, that’s just how it is.
I wish it wasn’t this way.
I wish that everyone was treated with humanity.
But justice is a long way to come.
I love you, stay safe………………
Six Word Stories
By 5th Grade Students from Mr. K’s Class
I thought we should trust you. –Andrea
Police violence. Blacks. Racism. Beaten. Repeat. –Litayasia
Gone, come back. Kill - they’re gone. –Niekyia
Stay calm and put it down. – Darnell
I wish I could trust them.
I am sorry for your loss.
Why can’t they just be fair?
Why can’t we just sit together?
My life in Baltimore matters, right?
–Khaya
Urban Pain
By Zoe Peters, Grade 11
I live just about five blocks away from where Freddie Gray was murdered and sometimes I think it’s sad
That he died and the city went wild but just like him all of the anger and fight for change went away
Now he’s memorialized with paintings on buildings in the hood and people go on living
Like everything is all good
Well it’s not because every day in Baltimore another block gets “shot up”
Guns have become a part of America’s wardrobe for our sons, and it’s a shame that through adolescent life
Young black boys train and train and train
Truthfully we’re circling the drain because the more they train the less police officers show restraint
And that’s the problem today...
Fear
It’s been eating away at all races for years
Blacks fear the police and it comes off as “disrespect” and the police fear blacks and it comes off as “careless neglect”
So Freddie Gray dies along with Keith Lamont Scott and some nameless guy whose story didn’t make the news
I knew things hadn’t changed when a nine-year-old girl was seen crying because she was afraid of reality
She knew that her race was still being left on snooze and written off with the blues
But I’m not here to complain about how black people continue to lose
I just wish things would change and fear no longer ruled because as long as it does
Death is closer to every black male who’s ever lived in conditions that resemble a jail cell because it’s lurking on every corner
In every urban city where there is no pity for having a black face and beating beaten down by surviving in such a place
Because it seems no one cares since police still brutalize without any remorseful affairs
Bullets don’t have names on them
Zaire Avery, Grade 8
Bullets don’t have names on them
But all do the same thing
All inflict pain
All take man to grave
From king to slave,
Once a man of all names
A world of black against white,
But some mixed to make gray
It’s a jungle where I come from
Black men hear the siren,
Like a dog reacting to a dog whistle
They cover their ears and run
A roar from deep inside
A lions mane is it’s only pride
They shaved our mane they take our pride
And the people hide their faces and they hide their eyes
It’s hard to live with a monkey on your back
Trying to shake the reality of the killing, shooting, or crack
Once a land of the free
Once a home of the brave
But people leave this land every day,
But not in natural ways
Gotta look over your shoulder because bullets don’t have names
But all do the same thing,
All take man to grave
The Difference Between You and I
By Samar Darby, Grade 6
We breathe the same air
We eat the same food
We drink the same water
We use the same tools
We are not different at all
We bleed the same blood
We have the same money
But the only difference between you and I is our color
We have the same world
We have the same diseases
We have the same states
We have the same materials
We have the same buildings
But once again the only difference between you and I is our color
Daybreak in Baltimore
Amaya Burke | 7th Grade
When I get to be a storyteller
I’m gonna tell about daybreak in Baltimore
I’m gonna tell about the hustle and bustle of this huge city of mine
People are gonna know where I came from
I’m gonna tell people about the colorful murals in the city
and how they can bring a community together like a magnet
The sound of dirt bikes on the rough city streets
The yelling and screaming of the little kids playing in the streets
The salty smell of the harbors dirty waters
The drug dealer on every corner looking through the car window as we drive by
I’m gonna tell people about the addicts waiting for their deals
The sounds of gunshots noticing a new victim to gun violence or the newest Freddie Gray
The sound of police cars and helicopters on the streets and overhead
The sites of vacant house and buildings waiting to be knocked down
When I’m done telling my story, I’m gonna put a happy ending in this sad story of mine
There will be more sunny days and less rainy days when I’m done
The sunny days will spread like wildfire from east to west and north to south
When I get to be a storyteller, I’m gonna tell people about Daybreak in Baltimore
The students featured in “Poems for Black Lives Matter” attended the following schools when the pieces were published. Most of the pieces in this collection have been featured in print volumes of CHARM since 2014.
Baltimore Design School • Baltimore Leadership School for Young Women • Baltimore Polytechnic Institute • Baltimore School for the Arts • Bard High School Early College • Friendship Academy at Calverton • City Neighbors High School • Mergenthaler Vocational Technical High School • The Midtown Academy • Southwest Baltimore Charter School
The logo for Black Lives Matter at School was designed by Fabiha Ahmed, a high school student at Bard High School in Queens NY.