Tomorrow won't come till after today.
Sometimes I just sit and fade away.
Into the dark where my cries are heard.
Where I am me and my safety is insured.
I am a human with feelings just like you.
I cry and bleed and fall down too.
You are what you make me out to be.
But what I make of myself is the chance to be free.
From all the hateful words and criticism you give.
I just find another reason to carry on, to live.
I won't stay quiet till my voice is heard.
Until I'm no longer caged but yet the free bird.
When the sign of police doesn't make me shiver.
And when cops stop making my voice quiver.
When black is just a color and not a profile.
Of a young man out, about and wild.
When stereotypes don't define me or who I am.
It is about time for us to take a stand.
To all the hate and the pointing of fingers.
It is within that in which oppression still lingers.
When there are no more empty seats at dinner tables.
After losing a loved one to the justice that's unstable.
Where the only privilege is the one of our own.
Where the hatred and spite is all turned to stone.
Will live for tomorrow and not for today.
But we don't just make change when no can say.
All the injustice my people have lived through.
It can and will end with me and you.
YOU ARE READING
Black Girl in White America.
PoesíaWarning! If you suffer from extreme butthurtness this book may not be for you and is not suggested for you to read. I am an outspoken African-American girl who although pretty young has had a lot of racial profiling in the 13 years I have been aliv...
