Courtrooms and hurt

Justice is not blind, 

justice knows the colors
painted onto our skin, 

justive knows the way 
men look at your dress, 

justice is familiar with
the way they twist your name,

justice has never been 
blind. 

I want to tell you 
about real justice, 

about feet pounding in the streets
so strongly that the men in their cold castles
feel it in their very bones, 

about the burn of tear gas 
as it tears through your lungs and 
the bullets that tear through the air, 

about the chants that rattle through
your body until your throat grows hoarse,
power flowing through your body 

about the trash can fires in the streets, 
and the crackling flames you see in 
peoples eyes,

about the 50 people that disappeared
and how you don't trust unmarked cars now, 

let me tell you a tale 

of flipped police cars and 

bodies in the streets and 

chants that you scream and

the way that your heart pounds 

in your chest 

let me tell you that justice
will come anywhere 
and anytime

let me tell you that 
if your leaders are afraid 
of this justice, 
they are doing something wrong, 

let me tell you 
of the toppled statues and 
broken buildings that 
litter this earth, 

let me tell you that 
this justice that they serve in courtrooms
hurts so many more than it helps, 

let me tell you that 
real justice, 
it always finds a way.