My Sistah,

The psalmist said the evasion will be short lived
Like the withering of grass,
The world's perversion won't last
Their end will be completely unprofitable

You said the end of last year, "I wish I could see the future"
I cried at the thought of that
How many of us live just like that?

If I had one wish it would be to know the day of your demise
And exactly what they would try to do
And kindly remind you
This was not God's will or fate
No more running from death for you after being saved

I would've told you the exact day and time
And told you the future was bright
The hope that Black people have of no longer being Hunted
Targeted
Oppressed
Killed
On sight
For just breathing
In our skin

I wonder if you would've listened?
But your chance isn't lost
Your blood is crying out from the ground
You should see...