They say speak it into existence
It will come to you,
So I write it over and over
Praying it to be true.
I think it, speak it, display it
Even through my pain,
In hopes that my efforts
Evoke change.
That is dispels the hatred
So many feel deep inside,
Who smile in your face
Yet carry their disdain with pride.
Wondering if I'll ever matter
Will they ever care,
Will I ever be able to live
Without the blatant disrespect, death threats, and stares?
Will I ever know
What it is like to be free,
To not have to tailor my look, speech, and actions
For you to "accept" me?
They fight to silence me
To re-write my story,
Taunt me, beat me, kill me
All to take my voice from me.
But our blood, sweat, and tears
Can never be washed away,
Deeply embedded in the soil...
As our likeness, inventions, and culture
Repurposed every single day.
Tolerated
Not equal,
Good enough to entertain
But not have a seat at the table...
We are tired, we are worn out
But we'll never give up...
We still have faith,
That our voices, our letters, and our marches
WILL create change.
Speak it into existence
Write it over and over until it rings true,
Stay strong and resilient
God will see it through.
You matter.
I matter.
We matter.
Black Lives Matter.
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