Being Black in the city in this day and age resembles the struggles of the field Negroes in the cotton plantations of the 19th century. Even with our hands up the still shoot us down. The curse of the Black skin still lingers on…. Nothing‘s changed in all these years.
The same hate and dissent of the Ku Klax Klan is still alive today. America, the land of the free and the home of the brave, shoot us for sport like pheasants in the firing range. Another Nigga dead, nobody cares.
#BlackLivesMatter we scream, a silent plea falling on deaf ears.
The Black Man, The Black Ape, The Black Bitch, the Black Death. No longer human just an animal in a cage. A beast waiting to be tamed.
They throw Black on Black crime in the mix as justification for the slaughter. Killing us saves us from our own savagery.
To be Black is to be sub-human. A disease inflicted upon the masses. Black people bleeding with frequent occurrence and all they shout is #AllLivesMatter whilst continuing to pillage a whole race.
Mike, Sandra, Eric to name a few. Dead at the hands of those who are meant to protect and serve. But where is the protection for the Black man? Shoot first, question later, that coon had it coming.
#BlackLivesMatter we cry. But Black tears aren’t worth the salt that is shed.