The Reason to March

We shall not be moved Together we stand, together we fall Blown by the wind Blown by the bullet Drawn by their words, drawn up from the river Unmoved by their ignorance Pulled up by their rope Color me black and blue This seat is not for you This seat does not have your name on it But it doesn’t have our name on it Ours We, the unnerved, dry mourning of determination That melting together is not the alternative Make exceptions for The shit colored The Freedom Riders The warriors without helmets or swords The warriors with skin as a shield, skin as a weapon So that we can become a pale, bottomless entity? So This is what we came for Cried bloody tears and wiped them away with our hope? Came face to face with grimy struggle and gripped it by the throat Is this what we fought for? A melting pot to boil away my ebony goddess And stir me with your ignorance Season me with your blindness to look like everyone else? A gray, discombobulated, sickening mess Damn Damned if I be transformed by hatred and bigotry I shall march to victory unless I’m cut by the feet Marching on bloody ankles Damned if my color should be taken away from me Color me soot Color me blood Color me shadow Color me the right color The right color?