White America

Location

43302
United States
40° 33' 6.714" N, 83° 7' 19.2252" W

I cannot bow down to you

Blood boiling over, teapots squeal, hate filling my chest –
Anger rises, as the screams escape the throats of the forgotten.

Authority – white sexist supremacist
Blackened skin, shaky hands, weakened voices.

Beat him with a cotton gin and threw him in the river –
Another one had to go, not even 15 years old.

Skin bloated, face smashed, unrecognizable –
Odds were never in his favor when he stepped on Mississippi soil.

The man had him under their thumbs,
White does not care, to them we are nothing.

Racism, discrimination, prejudices swirling around.
Where is our equality we were promised?

I will not bow down to you.

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