Free us

My Brother and sisters, my friends my foes.

What did we do, why did the boss man close that 'doe' ...

is it the nap of my fro' or my southern accent.

Did you forget when my grandpa takes off

his shirt he has these permanent slash prints.

 

Do you even care about these wounds inside our hearts

that tree and rope that we could never seem to depart.

Man, what is it? what's really the problem now?

Decades of years later and i still see slaverly.. HOW?

 

WHY? let my brother and sister live..because although " All lives matter"

My BLACK lives are the only ones being killed...

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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