Blood Is Thicker Than Water
“In America, 93% of Black victims
were killed by Blacks from 1980-2008”
--U.S. Department of Justice
Blood is thicker than water
yet we fail to trace back our blood
into the veins of the freed slaves
that sacrificed their lives for us
Blood is thicker than water
but pulling triggers and
watching the thickness of blood fade
as it spills out of our hearts
gives no meaning
It’s funny how blood stains
are more popular than water
flowing into dehydrated lips
It’s even funnier how
Dr. King was murdered in the arms
of freedom and liberty
fighting for us
Now we refuse to
dive into his blood trails
making him regret
giving us water
for our dehydrated
Lips that dry
from pronouncing words
through tongues that bled
Our words fail to
contain rhythm
fail to drink the music
of our history
but they never failed
to feed us our freedom
They fed us our freedom
and we never asked how
How they lost their
limbs in battle
for equal rights
How their hearts
stopped beating
but kept bleeding
Blood is thicker than water
but today the thickness
of our blood fades
the moment we say
black lives matter
Because when a white man
kills a black man
#blacklivesmatter
but when a black man
kills a black man
black lives don’t matter
We forget to trace our blood
into the veins of the freed slaves
who taught us how to stand as one
now we stand as negative numbers
misplaced on a numberline
‘it’s easier to rebuild strong children
than to repair broken men’
if only Douglass knew how
broken we would be
Our bodies are piling up
on the concrete of our streets
mostly because of us
lessly because of them
We are endangering our species
to an alienated race
but soon reaching
the finish line
‘education is the passport
to the future’
but if only Malcolm knew
we’d rather fight over streets
we’ll never own
than dive into his blood trails
We are broken
because we are becoming
less human and more alien
less heart and more hate
We believe that blood is thicker than water
but never value the strength in our blood
never traced back to the freed slaves
never dived into their blood trails
we want to escape
so the bodies stop piling
but forget to take our passport
It’s funny how
when a white man
kills a black kid
we stand as one
It’s even funnier how
when a black kid
kills a black kid
we are negative numbers
misplaced on a numberline
Ignored their tears
because we believe
blood is thicker than water
but their cries flooded
through our veins
deeper than the blood
spilling out of our hearts
violence is dancing on the tongues of our children
Blood is thicker than water
but when our blood
is printed onto the streets
we once walked on
our blood will be empty
with no thickness left to fade
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