I Matter
I Matter
You treat me as though I’m nothing like I’m here just solely for your appeasement
You characterize me as ratchet and ghetto like only Kool aid and chicken can please me
They shoot me down in the street and leave my body there to rot
Where’s the justice that should be the least thing I got
Social media has bashed me
It has made my culture embarrassing blasphemy
From Scotts borough to Trayvon we have been silenced
I fought for a long time never wanted violence
If you liked me as much as you liked my culture we would have a peaceful society
You’re so blinded by my skin you can’t even see my propriety
Because of the way I talk and look I’m degraded by my own brother
I wear my black student union shirt and get scoffs from one another
The Light skin dark skin division will be the death of our unity
Our entitlement has made us not even be able to smile at one another in our community
I will always be looking for the light at the end of the tunnel
Harriet Tubman came back for me and walked through the woods no shoes “the struggle”
Garrett Morgan the inventor of the gas mask
Didn’t even know 100 years later I would use it to walk the streets to fight racial backlash
But this culture will only make me stronger
Your words WILL NEVER make me give up
We as a unit are not fickle but tough
We went from royalty to being beaten and tattered
Understand and listen when I say black lives matter
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