When I clench my Black fingers into a fist,
I’m holding onto pride.
I’m grasping at liberty,
A slippery thing
That can slide between my fingers when they’re outstretched--
Was America ever the home of the free?
We’ve gone from blood on the leaves
To blood in the streets
More Black bodies denied of their being.
Threatened when we take a knee,
Tear gassed when we protest in peace.
The militarization of police
Have the streets looking like a war zone.
Trigger-happy officers so quick to reach for their gun
Tell me that Blackness is Public Enemy No. 1.
These murders have stopped coming as a surprise
So don’t be shocked when