How are you!

Our truth!

We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal that they are endowed by their creator with certain unalienable rights that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. That it is a lie. Simply a mere figment of imagination manipulation and you dare ask me how are you?how are you?

As if he or she would really be willing to stand there as you pour out your sob story

So much like slavery you’re forced to say I’m...I’m fine

As if yesterday you didn’t cry those tears

You’re broken so broken heartbroken Mentally and emotionally soaked in silence

How are you?

A question that we all know is never really answered honestly yet we accept the answers we get so easily See deaf ears can not comfort screaming tears so...

How are you?

As if it could really be summed up into just one sentence

Like depression isn’t making you question your very existence

As if the world isn’t made up of stereotypes and expectations

As if false manifestations haven’t already been planted inside of you

As if the walls you thought you built weren’t already there to captivate you

To silence you

To silence me

To force my mind I mean your mind into believing that no one is listening

So let me be the first to tell you a little bit about me

Never mind I’m fine

No let me tell you a little bit about me

How am I?

No How are you?

Tell them!

Alexis tell them how you’re lost

Tell them about the mind battles you carry day in and day out

Never mind I’m fine

No let them out

Alexis tell them

Tell them about the constant afflictions and contradictions you put on yourself because of everyone else’s opinion

I’m fine

Tell them about how you’re running from yourself

Stuck between what society has made you think you want to be vs who god needs you to be

Between rock and hard place

You’re running

Race after race and still ending up in this sunken place

Alexis just tell them

Tell them About your oppression

About the nights you’ve cried

So much so you feel your face is eroding

So you put on this mask in hopes that no one is looking

In hopes that no one stares for too long

And the saddest part of it all is that we all own a mask

Whether it be a smile or contour

We are all Taught to conform yet I’m the one being treated far from the norm

I’m the one being followed through the aisles Immediately accused of shoplifting

Accused of resisting arrest

Expected to get rid of these battle scars

Held behind bars

Well if I even make it that far

Sandra Bland

If I even make it that far

Trayvon Martin

If i even make it that far

Michael Brown

Tamir Rice

Freddie Gray

Eric Gardner

So yes I run

Run from the bullets that might shatter my temple

Stay quiet keep a low profile

Because when they start profiling

You will become just another statistic

Just another story in the search engine

Just run

Run from the world that black people helped build

From ashes And still bound to middle classes

See now you’re uncomfortable

My point exactly

I run

Because they might see the insecurities

That society has taught me not to acknowledge

Trying so hard to be okay

I’m okay

No

You’ve allowed the silence to grip your tongue so tight that you’ve forgotten how to write

Alexis tell them

Tell them how you’ve been in bondage for too long

Suffocating beneath the thought that maybe your brother would be alive if they didn’t take so long

If they didn’t get that morning coffee

Or if they clocked a little early

Given up on god because you feel he’s done you wrong time after time

You can’t fix this with just another rhyme

Alexis please

Tell them how you’re worn out

You can be free

Well Not really

Just..just tell them

How are you?

I’m fine thank you

The real question is you.