Two Dimensional Design

Presented by the students of Art 102

#BLM Poster Poems (See final slides of above gallery for accompanying images)

 I Can't Breathe by Mya Renn

“A peaceful protest took place in our town, 
Armed with signs and support for those being put down.
Some white men thought their town needed protection,
So to protest the protest,
They joined us at the intersection.

They came with rifles strapped to their backs, 
Quite unnecessary, but legal in fact.
All the guns did was disrupt our protest’s peace,
They made us feel unsafe, 
And made our anger increase. 

I can’t help but wonder, if these men had been black,
Would police have been called from fear of their attack? 
But since they were white, 
Nothing like that was done, 
And in conclusion, 
the fight against this white privilege needs to be won.”

Tanisha Anderson by Tiffany Caudillo

“How much blood must be shed before change is due? How many lives have to be cut short over nothing more than the pigment of their skin? School taught us that racial prejudice ceased to exist with the death of MLK -- a blatant lie taught that hurts the fight against discrimination. The body count has become a statistic, with the onslaught of police brutality and racism rendering REAL human lives as nothing more than a number. It is because of this that we mustn't forget the victims' names; to never forget their stories or their lives. Their memory must be reclaimed from the vast statistics.

Tanisha Anderson -- a 37-year-old woman who lived in Cleveland, Ohio with her family. She was a straight-A college student who worked towards becoming a broadcast journalist. She took medication for bipolar disorder which she had been diagnosed within her 20s and was having "one of her bad days" as her sister Jennifer put it. With nothing more than a nightgown and slippers, the police had her thrown to the rough pavement, handcuffed and unbreathing. It was November 13, 2014, when her family was forced to watch as their daughter/sister/mother was killed inches from their home. She deserves to be remembered. She deserves justice.”

Ahmaud Arbery by Andrey Votaman

“We rise up for justice,
We rise up for peace,
Who do we call when our enemy,
Is the Police?

They tell us to use our voice,
He even said please,
But they didn't listen,
You can only do so much,
When you can't even breathe.

So now we take our stand,
We now take heed,
Because how else,
Would they be freed?

Actions are louder,
Than even the breeze.
Hearts getting colder,
They used to say freeze,
But now they just shoot,
They don't take ease,
Enough is enough,
No more standing mute,
It's only the matter of time,
Before the next time they shoot.”