My Black Matters

Blood of my blood 

Spilt in wide range fields 

Staining the earth.

Crops grown and nourished 

By the tears of the mothers and fathers of mine.

Snatched from the arms of our children

Placed in chains, cages and empty spaces.

Thought of as cattle

Meant to obey, work 

No pay

Meant to bare children 

Process repeat. Replay.

Forced to witness fatal brutality 

"Your next"

The consequences if you intervene.

Our blood line thinned 

Protestingly.

Then came different shades

The lighter us praised

Treated a little bit better 

So we threw shade.

The compliant us 

In our hands they place a bible or a whip 

And sent us on a power trip.

Crowd control.

Manipulated and divided

See my people were never meant to be equal.

Still profiled, beat, killed

Our children snatched from our homes

Taken from our families.

Still denied complete freedom and equality.

To most we are the enemy, no good

Uneducated, and dangerous

To me 

My black women are the nourishment, strength, the beauty, the love.

My black men are the foundation, protection, inspiration my elevation.

My black is beautiful.

My black is powerful.

My black matters.