"All lives matter," they respond,
as thousands of black and colored people across the country
protest and rage against the countless injustices
that have been brought upon black men and women
by white police officers in modern-day America.
We hold up signs and shout, "Black Lives Matter,"
on behalf of Michael Brown,
and the many others
that were thrown under the rugs of our social media platforms,
whose names are forgotten by the millions
that don't even try to remember.
We rage on behalf of the young black boys and girls
that are raised with a mindset based on fear;
that walk the streets of their own hometowns
anxious and afraid
that they might be stopped for simply
walking to the store with a hoodie on
by an officer with his hand readily placed
on the hip where his gun rests.
We rage on behalf of those who are
routinely faced with what some may regard as 'casual racism',
and to those who are faced with not-so-casual racism:
those who hear the word "nigger"
under the breaths of the ignorant white woman
who is afraid to walk next to you on the sidewalk
and call the police on you for seeming dangerous.
We rage on behalf of the bullets
wasted on innocent lives
and the blood that is spilled
across the floors labeled "equality,"
and sprayed across the walls labeled "freedom"
painting our country in red.
No more white, no more blue.
They respond, "All lives matter,"
as we weep for the pile of
dark-skinned bodies that lay unnoticed,
for the mother whose son
left this world much too early,
for the 15-year-old boy whose father
was shot multiple times point blank
before he gets the chance to explain himself.
We rage at the Declaration of Independence
that states the most notorious lie that
"All men are created equal,"
All straight, white men are created equal.
We rage at the white criminals
who have committed far worse crimes
and face much simpler consequences
and much better treatment:
the school shooters who are dismissed
with having mental illnesses
rather than being labeled as murderers,
the rapist who faces 4 months in jail
becuase "he'll never be able to swim again",
and the police officers who are not charged
for unnecessarily murdering and harming
We rage at the fact that there are
several accounts of physical evidence
as well as eye witnesses to the
injusteces against colored people,
and yet no real action has been taken
from the authorities.
We rage at the system
for designing itself
to fail minorities,
to unhear our arraigning voices,
to unsee the truth,
to redefine justice as something
that can only be served on a platter of privilege
to those of certain skin tones
and to those with certain incomes.
We rage because we
are still regarded as "free"
none of them would've died
if they didn't act so free.
We shout "Black Lives Matter,"
at the top of our lungs
because we live in America:
Land of the Free, Home of the Prejudiced.
And they respond, "All lives matter,"
as the bullets continue to fly through their bodies,
and the blood continues to stain our floors.