Everyday a part of me dies
Everyday a part of me lies
As i keep fighting battles my parents never won, fighting battles without a sword, fighting battles with these words. “faith.”
Each day I say a prayer as anxiety knocks on my door and the colors red, yellow and blue play over and over in her head. “hope.”
Will this madness ever stop?
Another life lost another brother, friend, sister cousin hanging over a rope because his friends thought he was too cool to be depressed and no body ever heard his cries.
Another gunned down because they fear a black man walking making us anything smaller then we ought to be, like we aren’t son’s of this soil withstanding the fact that BLACK LIVES MORE THAN MATTER!
Each day a part of me dies as the harbor takes away one of our girls before she even gets to see and enjoy the seashore. And the media breaks out; #BRINGBACKOURGIRLS
Each day a part of me lies as patriarchist ceaselessly cat calls and I continuously act like I am partly deaf because “Mamacita” “Holla my size” certainly ain’t my name boyl
Each day a part of me lies as we fight for equal rights with men who bluntly refuse to be our equals as if the word man ain’t in the word woman.
Each day a part of me dies as psycho-the-rapist continues to walk these streets because he needs to learn and unlearn before he can be electrocuted because,
because in today’s world justice, justice is served on these platforms before it’s served in this chambers.
Today a part of me died because my people seem to have forgotten love,my people,have become subjects, my people have been taken away from home, my people are victimized, my people are hurting. My people are angry. My people are tried.
My people are fighting ,fighting battles our forefathers and the fathers before them fought.
Fighting systems, fighting battles that really only “love” could overcome.
