By Kimelia Carter
"To be honest
I don’t feel
As much as I should
It is too much
To be honest
I’m upset that I feel nothing
But I’m also relieved
Because I would go crazy
This pain leaves a constant sting
To be honest
This is heartbreaking
To know that someone that looks like me
Like my family could die
Just or having the
Audacity to live
Or even wanting to try
To be honest
I’m mad at the killer
I’m mad at myself
For not doing anything
But if I do, I would create a target
On me
To be honest
The last thing I want
Is for my family to grieve over me
To see the people, I love to be
Bent at their knee sobbing over
What use to be me
It would honestly kill me,
twice
Because I know what the result will be
My family is not known to be calm
They would act out of rage
And soon my family will be
The next name on stage
To be honest
I’m more upset about
The opinions of the public
Constantly saying
It is on us, we deserve this.
Like its black people’s fault
For the conditions, we have been placed under
It is our fault for being black
To be honest
We just gonna have to go to war with
These Mother Fuckers
Because the biggest example
Of White Privilege is
To never fear dying for
Walking out your front door."
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