I am from the cities,

The downtown slums.

The ghetto of the ghetto

Where gunshots

is the sound of love…

How can we tell

Between what’s normal and not?

Between the blue of the sky

And the black of the pot?

 

“Just speak our language”

“Go fix your eyes”
“If it's not english and oval

Then you being american 

Is just a lie”.

They hunt us down

Like a disease,

Pull up to us,

Just to yell…..

 

FREEZE!

“Get on your knees!”
“I need to see

Your ID now”

With no please.

But when I get it

They shoot…

No more 1 2 3….

This is America,

The “land of the free”

But it really ain’t free

For my people and me.

 

We always pledge

“Justice for all”

But where is my justice?

Where does it fall?

Where does the importance lie?

I guess skin color says it all…

 

What can I do?

When there’s cuffs on my wrists….

Preventing me from trying

To erase names off the list….

 

Breanna Taylor

George Floyd

 

And so many more…

But because of the brutality

They’re not here anymore.

 

Soon it’ll be my name 

If we don’t stop this once more….

 

Just go find your way,

It’ll all be okay.

Don’t just run away,

It’ll get better today.

I’ll go and guide your way,

Every night and every day.

So hold my hand and pray,

That we will be saved one day.

 

Say my name.

See my face,

we are all one,

no need to discriminate.