The Blood We Bleed

Our forefathers bled for us. They took the pain of being different away. They fought against the stubborn who would never allow black people to have rights. The blood we bleed, it comes from white people who enslaved their black brothers. It comes from black people who were bound to their white brothers. It comes from all people of all kinds. King bled for us. His blood spilled so we will never have to feel the pain he felt. We will never experience what it is like to be threatened by our neighbors because of our skin. Parks bled for us. Her blood spilled so that any person can sit anywhere on any bus seat. So a black boy can sit next to their best white friend without any consequences. My blood is the same as King's blood, the same as Park's blood, the same as Malcolm X's blood. But my blood is also the same as the white slave owners, the same as the Klu Klux Klan, the same as all the white supremacists. I bleed the blood from the people who needed change, who wanted a better future. I bleed the blood from the people who hated change, who wanted life to stay the same. The blood we all bleed is the same, if you are negro or white, if you are a civil rights activist or a white supremacist. My blood is your blood, my white sister. My blood is your blood, my black sister. My blood is your blood, my white brother. My blood is your blood, my black brother.