Red hats won’t love you how we loved you.
Who made you Black?
I had no other real choice, girlit was going to be warway before I felt a real small hand in minea child’sbefore our child let out…
Child of earth
A bundle wrapped in blankets
We went from being called nigger, a word used as a form of degradation and psychological warfare…
this is the voiceof a trumpetthe cry of a lionwhose eyes have watchedhis tribe being cut awaythis, from the soul of a black manand the song of his wife's lipsfor our children we have lostwe miss you Tamir Rice
And even in times of distress,
Our Tears dissolve
while our laughter bounces