i am very aware that my feelings in this country are invalid,
so to make us feel important
you place our worth upon a
ballot
they try to keep us quiet by saying
our country is making so much,
"change"
when every officer whose job is to
"protect and serve" is practicing
his shots with my face
in the gun range.
we might as well still be slaves,
the only thing this country's missing
are some whips and a few
chains
and the story ends the same,
every black man that stood for something's life had to be,
"tamed"
constantly wondering,
"what's wrong with MY hair and skin?"
can make a person go insane
when someone puts pressure on you to not be who you naturally are
the output is anger, confusion,
and above all
pain.
i can't control my skin color,
or how loud you think i am
so to silence our existance
you shoot our black men down in the streets
black mothers crying
as their baby boy's blood
spills at their
feet.
they say the grass is greener on the other side,
i'm surprised it's not whiter
because the side i'm on
couldn't get any less
lighter.
