I am the shadow of trayvon martin Lying on the ground just as he did I'm black just as he was I wasn't planning to die that day either I wasn't threatning nobody either that day The gunshots echoed just as loud when I was shot down as Mike Brown yet his name echoes through the streets years later still mine followed me to the grave They don't care about me it seems If I cried "what about me" Who would ever see? because my hashtag has even been drowned so deep in the depths of R.I.P's that I can't barely breathe anymore When we think black brutality Why do the names of trayvon Mike Tamir Sandra Rush to our heads just as fast as blood once rushed to theirs? Does my black life, too, matter? I can't blame you That there have been so many deaths due to oppression and police brutality that they all seem to sound the same No matter how loud we scream Black lives matter We will never be seen as the living But the potentially dead We cry for justice to a system that's no longer built to accept us A president that tries to forget us A black voice will always be too loud to a world who never intended on listening Who am I? Besides a hashtag and a t-shirt with my face on it? A black lives matter sign and a melanin fist? A statistic? I am black excellence Regardless of how much sin you may see in my kin
A piece from the perspective of Black oppression victims unheard