We are standing on a graveyard
The bones of the ones who have fallen pave our pathway
And we walk like we don't see it
We run like we don't feel it
And maybe we don't
Maybe no on explained how many birds fell out of a tree so we can fly
Maybe no one told us about the ashes we rose from so we could be a phoenix
Maybe we didn't see the bodies
Or maybe we were just too "bliss" in our oppression to notice
They closed our eyes and made us blind
Blind to the corpses on our road
Blind to everything they don't want us to see
The pain
The pain
The pain
The pain
How many times do I have to say it for you to hear me
We are walking on a graveyard
You are stepping on your ancestors
The bones don't pave the path
The bones are the reason the path is there
And we walk like we forget them
Because we forgot them
Because we never knew them
We were so focused on the destination
We didn't see the names paved on your walkway
Freddie Gray
Oscar Grant
Amadou Diailo
Patrick Dormond
Tormi Rice
Tanesha Anderson
Aiyana Jones
Rekia Boyd
And so many other names we all forgot
Or maybe we don't care anymore
How could we forget Harriet Tubman
How could we forget our history
Maybe because they stole our tombstones
Or we just couldn't afford it after selling our dreams for the hope they never gave us
They stole from us
And not just the thunder in our voices
They stole our memories
They fed us our oppression to treat our "Short term memory"
They Silent Patiented our pain
Feeding it to us while telling us we didn't have any
They erased us from the history books
Pretended black was only good for slavery
Like we weren't kings and queens before they showed up
Like my blood ain't on there pathway too
Long before I went 6 feet under
You're walking on my pathway
So don't forget the bones that raised you.
YOU ARE READING
Mindless Emotion
Poetry"Can you remember who you were before the world told you who you should be?" -Unknown
