Black eyes, black lives, black ties
Eyes full of tears from the white man’s torment
Lives taken at the hands of the white man’s resent
Family ties broken, shattered by the white man’s cruel intent
Black lives matter isn’t just a motto that we suddenly hopped on
But a lifetime worth of sorrow and agony as we’ve watched our family be drawn
Out one by one, taken from between the sheets
Emotionally raped, tortured and molested
Our thoughts bearing only the memories of our insignificance and inferiority
The aching recollections of mental, emotional and physical subjection
Forced to believe than we are unimportant
That we are meaningless
That we are null and void
But we are power
We are love
We are valuable
Not to be picked off one by one with the intent of extinction
You CAN NOT KILL US!
We CAN NOT BE ANNIHILATED!
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