Dear People,
Who Say The Black Lives
Matter Movement is A Waste
of Time and Makes More Violence,

I'm not going to play the victim.

Nor will I play the

ever famous mad black woman

because I’m not her.

I am however the child of strong

black people who

have fought tribulation for ages.

I am a girl with a mouth

to the ear of the public

who loves her heritage,

loves her skin, but is discriminated

against because of ignorance

and senseless violence.

We fight

because we're shown

our lives don't matter.

Shown that our melanin

changes the fact that

our blood is red.

That we are monsters

because of our difference

in features.

But we do not

fight with our hands.

We fight with our minds.

Our academics.

Our trophies.

Our medals.

I will fight with my words.

Black lives matter

doesn't make violence.

Black lives matter is a

peaceful protest of the

tipping of the scale by

fair skinned people in power.

To get your attention

every time someone

dies meaninglessly

we will yell.

We yell

that black lives matter.

We scream loudly praying

for the glass ceiling to

evaporate at the sound

of our pain.

You can't say that you

haven’t been hearing

the screams

in the media.

You can’t possibly say

the people on the outside

havent been hearing it.

It’s not just the racket

of a suppressed people.

It is a song of strength

that is now leaking into

the media.

Leaking into the public eye.

We let this chaos flow to

make our Mother country

look up from her slumber.

America has been playing

favorites with her children

for too long.

Violence bubbles up from

anger suppressed.

You bully us too much

so now we retaliate.

America turned her head

when it was you hitting us

and now we fight back.

Now she perks up.

We have grown

muscle, skill, and speed.

Our first move was civil rights.

We fought in the ring

to overcome the

norm of civil injustice

and she has finally

been knocked out of order.

While we won that battle

we will not leave well

enough alone.

Civil Injustice’s daughter

still wants to beat us

for her mother's name.

She being Closet Racism

still haunts our dreams

of a better life.

Still holds an anchor

to our children dreams

and until she is annihilated

we will be held down.

When you treat a group of

people like their children

are dispensable, like their

family groups aren't

worth the time it takes

to teach, they have to

make a movement.

They can’t sit under

oppressions thumb like

he has won.

No they have to stand.

Tall in their beliefs heads

held high they must stand.

When you tell me

my movement is

useless you insult my pain.

When you tell me my

movement is useless you

insult all the knowledge I’ve gained.

Black lives matter is a

moving body. A motion to

keep a sinking people on shore.

Until you acknowledge

that humans are humans,

That all lives matter,

You will feel our wrath.

That may feel like violence

but really it's fire. That will

burn this country whole until

we go through and revise this history.

With love

Lydia Marie