Trapped In This Complexion

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.

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