Born on the circle of the sun
my innocence was kissed
by a melanin mist
that came up from the ground
and blackened my skin.
My armor from the sun
Could not protect me from
my whiter brother
from another Mother-
Nature, who always favors the fittest
we disrespect our own species
by favoring means over genes
and homes over chromosomes.
Selling our souls for fool’s gold
all we’ve known is what we’ve been told.
Instead of reading a book
we get baited and hooked
on the ignorance,
which becomes our reality
TV Housewives and Hip Hop.
While our lives play out on cryptic screens
it’s hard to see behind the scenes
The War on Drugs–police brutality
so what we’ve been
is what we shall be.
written with the ink of onyx blood
has spilled onto the pages of our present.
Killing, lynching, spraying, beating,
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