Just because the media has been pretty quiet about the topic, doesn't mean the issue at hand has been diffused. The problem of injustice towards African-Americans still an issue and needs to be handled. You mean to tell me, since there's no NEW hashtags about ANOTHER fallen African-American, we have to stop with the protest and rallies and discussions? You mean to tell me, we only rally and get together when there's a NEWS BROADCAST? We only show our outrage when it's plastered all over the media? We only come together in unity when A DEATH comes into play? Why don't we keep that passion ALL THE TIME? Why don't we DEMAND justice and equality all the time? 24/7, not just when a tragedy occurs. Maybe I'm tripping or being overreactive, I don't know. What I do know is this: I'm TIRED of seeing my BROTHERS taken by violence. I'm tired of seeing YOUNG BOYS killed by the same people who are SUPPOSED to protect us. By the same people who are able to negotiate with mass murders and child killers. (Dylan Roof for example.) However, we won't get into that topic, today. America needs a lesson, it's quite simple. We as BLACKS only want one thing, E.Q.U.A.L.I.T.Y. It all could be so simple if, they would stop seeing our skin as a weapon.
BLACK SKIN
I’m praying hard for better days
I promise I’m going to hold on
So many of my brothers dead and gone
Flying high with the man in the sky
Looking down
Waiting for something to be done
We go around screaming and protesting
Retweet the hash tags
Is that all we can do?
What the white man fails to realize is:
We only want one thing.
A simple solution
Justice and EQUALITY
We’re not asking for REVENGE
We don’t want or need any problems
However that message hasn’t been received
What would happen if Black people came together?
Why are you so afraid of us?
Why do you have the idea that we want to cause you harm?
Why can’t white people comprehend that we want the same thing as them?
To be able to walk to the corner store
To be able to reach into our pockets
To stand outside on the corner
Why do I need to fear my life?
Whenever I see a police officer?
Why do I feel like I’m a criminal?
Why do I feel like I’ve done something wrong?
Then it all hits me
My black skin is a crime
My black skin can cause bodily harm
My BLACK skin puts fear into others
My BLACK skin makes me guilty.
Never mind the fact I’m a college student with
Dreams and ambitions
Never mind the fact that I am a female
The problem is my melanin.
Who knew it could be so powerful
So powerful that it causes an entire race to shoot first
And ask questions while I’m lying on the ground
My blood seeping into the cracks of a broken society
Who knew that my skin could be an epidemic?
That has no cure.
Who knew I would have to reconsider having kids?
Because I would have to fear for them
BECAUSE OF THEIR GORGEOUS BLACK SKIN
Who knew I would have to fear for my future husband
So handsome, so tall and ambitious
Skin the color of bronze and hair like wool
My king, who knew?
