The Language of the Unheard

If you say you don’t see color
then you don’t see me
See us
Or See them
See some say that ‘life is what you make it’
And that you victimize yourself by choosing to question situations from a racial lens
Yet the same people say that it’s not about race, speak in tongues that are reminiscent of the KKK
And they say that they aren’t privileged and privilege is a myth
but It’s much easier to take than it it is to give
See there are days where my mind is a tangled mess, of emotions and words that have circulated my innermost thoughts
Words and images have drowned what confidence and hope was left, in waves of uncertainty and manipulation
slands of doubt are surrounding me
And the sky is the color of the blood that was left on the battlefield of the civil war
And the water around me will forever be poison to those who drink it


And yet our children and our children’s children
Have become indoctrinated in superiority, because not all men are created equal
And their lips have become sealed, and the heads, are bowed, and the flags are flying and the guns are firing
And the tears are falling, and they scream “stop resisting” and the children are crying and their classmates are laughing 
And the tire marks on the road were only the beginning, and the handcuffs are tightened, and the smiles are pained, and the questions remain the same, and the world begins to turn, but it’s always been spinning
But how has it been spinning if we’re divided and barely living 

Numbers and numbers of statistical evidence
Only to be told ‘race is irrelevant’

And yes the flag should fly because its “live free or die”
And the words should be spoken, but the bones should be unbroken
And yes all lives matter, but diversity is scattered
We’re all trying to fight, for our own equal rights
But some are determined to make equal into a fight
Solidarity in difference in change and in hope
Is the way we rise up and reignite the fire
The fire that has been at the heat of humanity
The fire that I know is within everyone
Deep down
somewhere 

I will fight for you

I will fight with you

I will fight and fight 

Long days and short nights
Until the day that no one is being seen as greater or less

because

“Freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor, it must be demanded by the oppressed.”