black lives matter

black lives matter but what part of theirs didnt

some young, some old, half of them children

"We CANT BREATHE" our own protest to the police

They had no gun but their skin was their biggest weapon

breonna taylor, george floyd they cant even say what happened. 

we've tried to speak up but the officers arent arrested

black lives matter, we keep saying it, it gets tiring

Another hashtag, another death, another mothers voice echoing

we're tired of being sad. cant hear us? we'll get louder

uneducated? we'll get smarter

whats black history month? we're in this forever

keep sleeping on us we are the generation of the unrested 

trust, we in this for life...

believe me its bigger then black and white 

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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