My heart remains in bruise mode,
Countenance in alert
Experiencing racial injustice at times, know it’s intended to hurt.
Supremacy in any form, shape, color or size
is bonafide genocide.
My country ’tis of thee
Result of cause and effect
We.. sardined in Middle Passage ships and boat$,
quarantined, milked welfare cheese,
Recent crap filtering over european seas
worse than a bag of fleas.
Don’t you dare touch my buttocks
and feign ’twas a mistake
Venus Hottentot’s in my heritage
And your interpretation of being a man is definitely a fake mistake.
I Am The Hill and The Mountain
that you once held down, whipped, and kept blind.
I, We.. are screaming now for you to cease
Before we are rewound back in minus time.© whenquiet