What do I have to do?
What do I have to do to show you I’m Human?
I breathe this air, just like you
walk this land just like you
brush my hair as do you
or what’s left of there but, anywho
Ten fingers, Two hands
Two feet, One head
Black skin is different but we all bleed red
and I can feel!
Isn’t that insane?
I have feelings too, how utterly profane
I feel joy, madness, even drops of rain
I feel love just the same
just the same I feel pain and I…
well I just wish you could relate.
Racism’s a bitch, it Is
so why leave so much room for such hate?
The layers upon layers, as many layers as
there are dark shades of my skin
seem to partition your perception of me as Human,
it’s a Shame.
A Shame your vision only portrays humans
with fair skin, and those of an ‘unusual’ shade
you tend to treat and unfair way
A Shame how often Black bodies find coffins
so frequent it’s damn near a tradition since the 1800’s
look how far segregation’s came!
the concept itself has remained the same
the only changes thats happened is now
these bastards wear badges and
drive challengers from our taxes and
there’s shootings rather than lynchings…
except that’s not the same for, say her name, Sandra Bland.
that beautiful, bold, Black woman
could’ve easily been me
but its A Shame how she was just one
How inhumane, how you feel nothing-
no sameness of pain, no empathy, no Shame
for the suffering of my people
how you don’t feel a drop anything.
So alien, so numb, so blind
your sight to see I and my kind
as anything but