They base our crimes on the color of our skin. They kill good people who haven't committed a sin. They whip our backs, until our flesh is raw, they take down our pride and they rip us apart, they take away our voice, make us feel hurt. The silence is deafening, pulling back that trigger. The man with a dream, he made a difference, that should've been enough, but here we are. Tonight at dusk, I'll raise my fist high, speaking, crying out to those who die. I am the people, and I have a voice. Treat me like an american, not like a monster. You can arrest us and throw us behind bars, but that won't douse the flames that we hold in our palms. It takes more than handcuffs and tear gas to stop a village of people with visions. From the lips of my hero, Mr.Malcolm X: You can't separate peace from freedom because no one can be at peace unless he has his freedom.

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Justice for Floyd
PoetryBe the voice he didn't have and stand up and raise your fist for black power