Blind Silence

Whether it’s my blood glistening on the street,
Or a knee dug into me,
My life doesn’t matter,
My skin color is still considered a crime,
And now here we are again protesting for one’s life,
Another brother who could not breathe,
Leaving our community to suffer and grieve,
While so called heroes continue to kill in groups of 3, maybe 4, 5, or 9?
It took flames to become louder than our screams,
I think you would light a match too,
These fires have now become our voices,
This could be my brother, my mother, or a cousin,

Don’t get me wrong not all white people are bad,
But look who’s in the White House wearing racism and smiling with hatred,
Constantly putting our country in danger,
We got coworkers and neighbors who wear a mask and call us niggers behind our back,
Take a look in the mirror and ask yourself is racism instilled in you?
Are you doing anything to prevent and reduce?
Is God still within you?

You’re aware of what you see but don’t speak,
Blind silence is the strongest form of violence,
Remember that black is change,
And never forget that