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Divided

Just when we get a victory,  
The very first win...  
Here comes the reminder:  
This is a state we’ll always be in.
A country built from the labor of slaves,  
I suppose I shouldn’t expect much more,  
After all, this has always been their way,  
To live our lives without fear is too much to ask for...  
Instead we just have to say a prayer after we’ve opened the door.  
Pray for a save return,  
Because you never really know,  
Never know when a homicidal manic may decide it’s time to feed his Ego.  
They claim to fear for their lives,  
I suppose that could be so...  
For all the blood spilled & all the lives they owe...  
It’d have me on my toes also...  
I’d be looking out for my karma,  
Expecting it back tenfold.  
You fear the Negro,  
Still so docile & kind...  
But at this point, I think it’s time we changed our minds.  
I think it’s time to tap into some hate we don’t naturally posses...  
That’s the only way we can ever expect to see some real progress.  
Since they respect bloodshed,  
I think it’s time they feel some,  
It’s time for them to worry at night when they go to bed,  
Time for them to fear for their sons.  
Enough with turning the other cheek,  
Enough with loving an enemy who will never love me.  
Enough of politely ASKING for equality from someone who should be bowing to me.  
Enough of having to numb myself after I’ve turned off the TV,  
Then having to go about my day as of this hasn’t effected me.  
Tired of hearing ALL LIVES MATTER:  
Your way to make it about you and to MUTE me,  
Enough of fearing for my friends and my family...  
Enough of being overwhelmed and angry.  
Tired of being hated and then copied at the same time,  
Tired of you all gentrifying,  
Tired of you constantly provoking us:  
Going out of your way to try it.  
Tired of you daring us,  
Tired of your entitlement,  
Tired of your claim on this stolen land,  
Tired of your always wanting to take ownership.  
How tiring it is being black on a country we never belonged in in the first place,  
Deeply offended by the tyranny of this  
Neanderthal cave dwelling race...  
Tired of using my gift to write out my grief and having to keep it buried all day.  
Written by Oslynray (Rosalyn)
Published
Author's Note
My personal feelings this morning after waking up to MORE police brutality.
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