I see you protest
I say you have the right
I even say I’m glad for you
Because if no one did, more would fight.
But you see us dying
Shot with cold blood to the ground.
Then you say “no protesting!”
Defending guns and extra rounds.
Do you know when your ancestors got here?
Do you know their names?
Mine were forced to build this nation
Allowing you to play these games.
They worked sun up to sun down
No tunnel to look to the light
Terrified to lose their children
To rape, to work, exhaustion from the fight.
They built this place
You pledge is yours
You say you have the right to reopen
Because everything the light touches, somehow, is yours.
Nevermind the First people
Whose ancestors knew the land
This “exceptional nation” stripped away
Forced to poverty and homelessness
So you have more space to play.
You yell in the faces
Of those whose blue lives you say matter
Until they infringe on you, right?
Until they say no to you, right?
The U.S. poisons all of us, and it’s poisoned you.
You say you are AMERICAN
The rest of us are African, and
Then (-) American.
My ancestors’ blood threads through this soil
They had no choice – it benefits me, it benefits you.
It’s tricky because I see our connection clearly
But you think it’s still just you.
Your claim to this land
Your place as countryman
You don’t know the truth.
You cling to your religion and bible
Your stories of a white man’s lord
Set up where white man’s dominion is all earth
Even the heavenly world.
This might frighten you more than anything else I’ll say
That’s all a lie.
No white jesus waits for you in heaven
We’re all destined to die.
The disrespect you’ve put out
I have absolutely no doubt
Will find you when your time is out.
The holder of creation
Gave me authority to tell you now
You cannot hide forever
Behind your ignorance and fear
You cannot build a fortress with enough cameras
To stop that insecurity you feel.
The feel of stolen land
Tilled by stolen people.
Still, I’m here to tell you
There is another option:
Love your fellow human.
All of every race and creed
And when you announce allegiance to this country
Make sure that includes me.
Be sure to acknowledge all ancestors
The ones who built your ground
And when you protest for your haircut
That’s fine, even STILL, I’ll say your right is sound.
But when you’re silent for a white man’s bullet
That sends a black man to the ground
I’ll be here to remind you
The time will come, when you will die
Your soul lost, nowhere to be found.