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
