Trapped in this complexion.
Trapped under a label.
That the white man has put me in.
Ghetto…
Let me be free,
I didn’t choose to be this way.
Black bodies hang and sway,
In the moonlight.
Hands up,
Don’t shoot,
Can’t breathe…
Why won’t you let go?
Bleeding out slow,
from cut wrist.
Because of the hurt that has
Been inflicted on people like
Me.
Things that only people in my
shoes would be able to see.
Black Lives Matter,
Along with all…
But my ancestors
weren’t trapped for years
to hear “all lives matter,”
When the one that didn’t used
to matter in many eyes, matters now.
