our faces
all covered with sweat,
as y'all be yellin’ at us with threats,
our hands covered
with cuts and blood,
while our arms and feet,
be caked with mud
every day,
we be prayin’ to god
for our freedom to come,
ignoring all y’all sayin’ that we were born scums,
someday imma finally
leave this place
cuz’ them folks ‘round here
be claiming that black ain’t no race
all y’all folks be hootin
while callin’ my folks *******
while y’all be sittin there
rifle in hand,
finger on the trigger
y’all whipped us
tearin’ our families apart
but my ma always be sayin’
that things like kindness
comes from deep down
in our hearts
i kneel
strugglin to breathe
as you chain my neck,
and hands
but y’all push me to the ground again
as imma’ tryin’ to stand
i reckon myself i ain’t
gonna give up now
as all y’all ruin
the fields we plough
some know what life
is like without the
cuffs and chains
but the feeling feeling of freedom
is never the same
and some
that deserve it most
never leave and die
and i know that though their body is gone
their spirit always survives
Since a lot of BLM events have been going on... I felt it right to share the new version of this poem.
