I am the black,
The humus deep within the earth,
The life and succor to a dying seed
The hope of a thousand souls that draw breath
Melanin in tears trickle into the earth,
At the same spot where our humanity bled
Is that resentment you wear on your eyelids,
For a coat of epidermis I didn’t choose myself?
I am not the victim,
When the rains have had their fill
And the sun is bold enough to smile again
The lustrous sheen on my skin is there for all to see
In lives lost and sticky blood stains,
With mourning and sorrowful screaming
I cry in widows and orphans made,
In siblings lost and the lovers torn apart.
Retribution comes in eleven shades of grey
An eye for an eye, justice can take a walk
Which lives really matter more?
When a bullet settles a bullet score