Відео

❤

What about all the other children that die?? Why does color have to be brought into it?? Just can’t get behind that.

'Playing pick up basketball games with ghosts' That part!!

This still gives me chills

"Will they ever call your death beautiful? Your life, a sacrifice? Will the meeting of blood and bullet ever be called romantic, A love story to be jealous of? (Christian Lemot) Chris... I remember you when Guatemalan green matching your flag on your independence day. Your hair was a black puff of curl and confidence. In homeroom, you always had homies in the hallway waiting for you. We're still waiting. I couldn't sleep for a week When you washed up waterlogged in the Calumet river Puffed and purple like violets before bloom. (Edwardo Peña) Eddie... You were the first to say hi to me first day of school when I stepped in with Bugle Boy jeans and a high top fade And I saw *you*. Possibly the coolest dude to ever grace elementary. September 22nd, 2006, 8th period: "We really need to hang out." "Yeah, that'll be cool." "I'll see you later, D." September 22nd, 2006, 8:30 pm, maybe a little later than I thought When your path ended on Vincennes road Rundown by bad luck And a police officer. Lives like these shouldn't be shortened Sentence fragments of a future And in the fourteen days it took us to write this, we've had to add more names to this list! Because in this city, before we blossom We must weather storms unforecast because, Every intersection can become Virginia Tech! So excuse me if the news be missing my emotions. See, being brown in Bigger Thomas's town makes you endangered. And in the past *two* years, I've seen over *sixty* natives sons set in their graves! I guess this is the part where poets produce plans, and We don't have any! In Chicago, anyone under age twenty is a target And I don't know how to do more than be afraid That the age allowing me to be on this stage Might have me murdered by Monday! I'm eighteen! I play pick-up basketball games with ghosts! Is there a reason I'm making it out of a community that has martyred young men I might be mistaken for? I! (Christian Lemot) Don't! (Edwardo Peña) Know. Will they ever call your death beautiful? Your life, a sacrifice? A love story to be jealous of? How many deaths will it take Before this is considered genocide?"

💔

The poet on the left is Nate Marshall. The poet on the right I do not know his name. Does someone know his name?

9 years later and still so relevant.

Bring back Brave New Voices

My Language Arts class watched this today and i was so sad

This song is so emotional. I LITERALLY CRIED WHEN I HEARD IT. I still do. really good writers.

I definitely cried a little

I almost cried in class when my teacher showed us this video. now I showed my parents

"I play pick up basketball games with ghosts"- woah

💔

Makes me cry everytime...

dammm man, powerful

Still so painfully relevant. I'll always love this.

Gave me the chills it was soo good!!

I can only describe this as amazing and in my heart any innocent loss to this world is found wrapped in my love no matter who they are

This poem brings awareness to the commonness of teen death in Chicago. As someone that has never been in a living situation where my high school peers decreases at a daily rate, this poem really touched me. I really can't fathom the emotions that these performers feel, but i can feel the emotions that resonate in their words. The words that stood out to me the most was the line where they said, "I play pick-up basketball with ghost." This line emphasized the innocence and youth within these lives that are lost.

AMAZING....

better than Shaun bell poem

this gives me the chills and makes me cry every time I hear it

"In the 14 days it took us to write this, we've had to add more names to this list" 😢

This was beyond powerful

I have so much respect for these boys and this poem!!!

for any one that need the poem Will they ever call your death beautiful Your life a sacrifice Will the meeting of blood and bullet every be called romantic A love story to be jealous of Chris… I remember you when Guatemalan green matching your flag on your Independence Day Your hair was a black puff of curl and confidence In homeroom you always had homies in the hallway waiting for you We’re still waiting I couldn’t sleep for a week When you washed up water logged in the Calumet River Puffed and purple like violets before bloom Eddie, you were the first to say high to me First day of school when I stepped in with Bugle boy jeans and a high top fade and I saw YOU Possibly, the coolest dude to ever grace elementary September 22, 2006, 8th period “We really need to hang out” “Yeah, that’ll be cool” “I’ll see you later, D” September 22, 2006 8:30 PM may be a little later than I thought when your path ended on Vincennes Road Run down by bad luck…. and a police officer Lives like these shouldn’t be shortened Sentence fragments of a future And in the 14 days it took us to write this We’ve had to add more names to this list Because in this city, before we blossom We must weather storms unforecast because Every intersection can become Virgina Tech So excuse me if the news be mixed with my emotions See being brown in Bigger Thomas’s town makes you endangered And in the past TWO years I’ve seen over SIXTY Native Sons set…. in the graves I guess… this is the part where, poets produce plans And we don’t have any In Chicago, anyone under age 20 is a target And I don’t know how to do more than be afraid That in age allowing me to be on this stage Might have me murdered by Monday I’m 18! I play pick-up basketball games with ghosts! Is there a reason, I’m making it out of a community that has martyred young men I might be mistaken for I! DON’T! KNOW! Will they ever call your death beautiful Your life a sacrifice A love story to be jealous of How many deaths will it take Before THIS is considered genocide

"IM 18 I PLAY PICK UP BASKETBALL GAMES WITH GHOST." I'm from Chicago and this poem gets me every time.

I'm 18, I play pick up basket ball with ghosts. snap snap snap.damn.

I'm from Cambodia. And my national language is Khmer, So my English not very well. I asking you to add subtitles in video please, Thant I can check dictionary with any words I didn't understand clearly .

It is sad to see so many kids die on a DAILY basis, be it from gang violence, war, famine; A child should be allowed to live, should be allowed to go out and play without fearing for their life. A child should never have to think about how dangerous the world around him is...Kids all over the world are dying because they were born under the wrong star, because of the color of their skin, their religion, their origin, their culture, all these reasons for which they die for are supposed to be reasons for which they should be celebrated instead...Difference is beauty!!...I live in a city where diversity is appreciated in general, and when I go to a park and I see black, white, yellow, brown and red kids playing together (not using colors in a derogatory way here), not seeing the other kid's color, only seeing their soul, I cannot contain the joy I feel in my heart...Why can't it be like this all over the world?

AMEN

"I play pick-up basketball games with ghosts." hit me like a TON of bricks.

They say times are different but to be honest. no they are not people are still racist, don't tell us it doesn't exist anymore just because you don't see it. we get followed in stores, targeted by the police I don't feel like no one owes the world anything but respect.

This one gets me every time .

White people owe the world absolutely nothing. Not a damn thing.

They touched my heart .... I lost my brother in 2012 :'( RIP BABYY SALEM

That was hard

couldn't stop crying , ugh ! this was really good ! *thumbs up* ^-^

This touch me so much! I would also like to ask if I could re write it to fit my town, I live in Fort Pierce, Florida and the same thing is happening here so can I re write it?

What is Eddie real name?

Deep

"wow" is all i can really say right now..

Damn, this is powerful

so powerful!

Tears jn my eyes.. #respect

chilling..

This is incredible.

This brought me to tears. So much truth spoken in 3 minutes.