Our History erased

Slavery justified

Years of injustice

Years of Pain

The bible Stated people are created equal

But equality, in reality, is just word

 Black ink on White paper

Could you even survive it if you tried?

Going for days without food,

Put on display for other people to see;

To purchase, Marked as property

Where they decide how much you are worth

To be prejudiced for the color you were born in

Something way beyond your control and understanding

Being incarcerated too many a times

For crimes you did not commit

Talk of being in the wrong place at the wrong time

Is that even supposed to hold?

And when it finally comes out

Who should take the blame for not looking;

Hard enough for the evidence

For the rightful criminal

Or should we also let that go

I have not even started yet

What did a black man ever do

To deserve this kind of treatment

Tell me;

Do you think it is right?

To take a gun and kill a man unarmed?

To destroy the life of a young boy

Whose dreams are as valid as yours and mine

Is blackness a weapon?

400 years

Should this not be enough a time

To have suffered this much and survived

To have experienced police brutality at its worst

Living a life of fear

Fearing that today might be the day

The last day you ever see your little girl,

Your little man, your wife, your mother, your father

Your last day as a free man

Before you are put away in a box for life

For merely existing

It should never have come to this

Black lives matter

400 years...

                       © Rhossy Paul