When I have children, I'll tell them of the day I lost hope.
It was the day after my 20th birthday, snow filled the ground
as sadness filled our hearts
resentment contained our minds
anger raged in our throats

I'll speak of a name they probably would never know
because the history books will try to erase him
I'll resurrect his memory to remind my children what kind of world we live in.

I'll look in their brown eyes trying to explain that white criminals are those that pledge to protect us, better our lives,
while black criminals are monolithic, black people, blacks that lie dead in the street.

I'll warn them that guilt will forever be perpetuated on them because of their skin.
As murderers walk free, not guilty of a single ******* thing.

Not guilty of killing, letting his body wither for the public to see.
black bodies laying in the street
similar to those black bodies that once swung in the trees

blood on the pavement
blood on the leaves
the blood of our seeds

I'll remember this day
hearts breaking