Changing the world is like growing a tree
It can take many years, but it starts with a seed
A shred of hope that things will get better
A poem wrote with pain in each letter
Many have died, washed away in the sea
Many more screaming please I can’t breathe
How many more before you finally see?
How many more til these people are free?
Now blood stains the pavement like water on leaves
Mixed with tears of a mother who silently grieves
Watering the seeds that are centuries old
The sweat of a people who did what they’re told.
I’ll never understand how that hate has to feel
But I’ve heard hate before and I know that it’s real
It’s time we choose love and we learn how to heal
The taste of mace should be no ones last meal
No one is perfect, but admit when you’re wrong
Admit this oppression has lasted too long
So from one white skin to another this wars not for you
and all lives won’t matter til Black Lives do too
Black lives should matter to courts and police
Just as black lives should matter to all who can breathe
So yes they should matter to you can’t you see?
That Black Lives do matter, they matter to me