I feel my soul crying
immediately behind my face,
the tears refuse to be released,
they only press against
the inside of my cheeks.
With heavy breath like
there is a stone weighing
down on my chest.
How am I to feel when they have
waged war against innocence.
Retreating into myself for I am
unsure of how I can help.
As futile as prayer or tossing
coins into a wishing well.
Take my hand, the least I can
do is comfort you.
Breaking down, I fall apart
from hearing the news.
What can I do to assist
my brothers and sisters,
when privilege reigns in this
poorly built system of resistance.
No weapon formed against us
was ever supposed to prosper.
Who am I to trust when
I can't even have
faith in the gospel.
Perhaps I am naive to continue
carrying my dreams,
although they might as well
be held in coffins.
Leaving me burdened as they
strip me of my conscience.
The current state of affairs
has left me feeling hopeless.
Has the whole world gone blind
or have we just become desensitized?
Numb to the injustice
that has become as natural
as the clouds that stain
the cliched, clear blue skies.
We need a revolution,
or at least a resolution.
There is no humanity when
hatred has left the world polluted.
How can we continue to feign
ignorance to these circumstances?
Once, I learned that race was
just a social construct
and I almost believed it,
until I opened my eyes
and saw all the inherent
corruption that exists.
Fabricated to create
a rift between us,
separating, segregating,
sedating and now
it cannot be reversed.
Perhaps focusing on all
that we have in common,
instead of drawing lines
designed by our differences
could bridge the distances
between us.
We shall overcome!
There is power in numbers.
Shameful to think brutality
is what it took to awaken
the sleeping from their slumber.
Who can say what
we might accomplish,
if we aspired to undo
the centuries of brainwashing
until all of the hate is abolished.
When we bond together
ignoring their profiling
of races; we can heal
and free ourselves from
oppression and its cages.
