Stones Don't Bleed

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Stones don't bleed

They weren't created like that

In fact, a bleeding stone is nearly impossible to find.

Stones don't bleed

They don't have neither flesh nor fat,

Their insides aren't held up by complex pillars of calcium binds.

Stones don't bleed

They don't feel or touch

They don't hurt.

They don't have families, or friends or a care for life.

Big stones crush smaller ones;

With force,

Without remorse.

We live in a world where we are;

Crushed,

Crushed then brushed aside as the rocks they see us as.

Plain objects without a cause.

Without a purpose.

Stones don't bleed

We do

We bleed.

We bleed with tears and of course; the red pigment flowing beneath our chocolate or honey or caramel

Covered shield of glory.

We bleed the sweat of our ancestors

We bleed the pain and hurt of many untold stories.

Violence amongst each other, from others and within ourselves.

The needles boring holes in our skin transforms art; to thug.

The system constantly blend black-skinned with darkness in its white; ceramic coffee mug.

Darkness within the world when clearly the melanin

In our skin reflects the work of the Creator

We were designed to be a reflection of the sun.
Don't you see how light illuminates our bodies and brings shine to it?
Don't you see how we blaze like fire.
Like the light we are.
We are the color yellow. Orange and firey red. 
Bright and bold
Like our skin tone

Stones don't bleed
We do.

In fragile bodies we need to have strong souls

We are molds

Molds of greatness and love and strength

That's the only reference we have to stones

Stones don't bleed

We do.

So stop being the crabs they want us to.

We were handpicked, buttered and baked to perfection.

We were hardened, but not numbed

Hardened as a result of your hearts and cold, white; souls

like ice

You make the world lean against your privileges and rights only you seem to enjoy

And what's more?

You are the stones, stones that bleed.

Or maybe not

So dont sigh queen

Let your melanin sing

Let your melanin sing songs of praise

to the Most High

Let your voices be heard kings

That stones,

Stones don't bleed

But they do. Just like us.

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⏰ Last updated: May 30, 2020 ⏰

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