I was born a crime.
Born to hurt.
Born to cry.
Born to rise.
Born to loving parents,
Souls so kind
But with a knee to my neck I cannot rise
Jim dear friend will you allow me to breathe again?
Melanin rich
Coils so tight
A queen in my own right in my own tribe
But my dear friend Mr Crow would you please let my potential grow?
I can't breathe. Born a crime.Unable to live a life free.
Please just let me be
Mr Lynch though I dont understand your hate for me may I ask a simple question sir? May I have a chance at life without you burning away my chances? May I walk on the same street as you going in the same direction?
May
I
Please
Be able to escape the stake so my innocent soul might see another sunrise?
Mr Lynch?
Mr Ku, Mr Klux and Mr Klan as brothers you know how important family is, can you for another day spare my little brother J?
I know he's no little boy blue but spare a life another day? Put your white coats away?
I understand sirs even though I'm a dear who holds justice near
That my tight coils and glowing melanin may be intimidating
African heritage shinning
While I watch friends dying
Families crying
"I have a dream" but I believe I'll be suffocated before it will be real...
#BlackLivesMatter
#MLK
#NoJusticeNoPeace
