#WritcoPoemChallenge


The audacity that we have, to step out into their light
Like who do we really think we are?
When they see us, you know they'll want to fight
But the truth is, we are used to these scars.
It's been a long time coming yet we are still far,
Four hundred plus years later,
Our ancestors fought the fights that we are fighting but still
No justice, no peace, no favors.
Guns drawn on us just because we are black,
Then they will turn and say 'all lives matter'
No they don't! Who are you really feeding those lies to?
'Cause all I'm seeing is...