
I wonder if black mothers knew when they gave birth
They were giving life to the most lethal weapon in America
That threat was embedded into their child’s smooth brown skin from the womb
That they weren’t just pushing out a baby but also the forever assumption of a gun being clutched in their hands
That they are so dangerous even when they're running away
They still pose a threat
That gifting them with their ancestors' roots of melanin
Meant branding them with guilty
Giving them a death sentence
That they will be seen as so rabid that they will have to be put down like dogs
And it will take an array of bullets to do the job
White people-
They say they're scared of us
My black skin
Puts them on edge
Forcing their trigger finger shake and squeeze a little faster
But what's funny is that I don't ever remember learning in school about black people slaughtering entire races
Native Americans were murdered and forced from their homes before they turned to us
Who paved the Trail of Tears?
Building their lands on top of bones and broken souls
We are standing on a glamorized Cemetary
Who were the slave masters?
Auctioning off human beings like property
Ripping screaming children from their parent’s arms
Who raped black women for their milk and honey?
Who beat a 14-year-old boy until he was unrecognizable to his mother?
Who formed a hate group haunting the night like ghost
lynching black men, hanging their bodies from trees
Watching them sway with awe like they were wind chimes
Who was the holder of the gun in a church shooting?
Who kills unarmed teenagers?
If anyone should be afraid it's us
Because of what they can do to us and get away with
This is why we do not stand for the anthem
Because this can not be the land of the free if the people whose ancestors sweat, blood, tears, and lashed backs that went into building this country are still oppressed
The red, white, and blue bruises that decorated our bodies is where the flag's colors came from
We do not stand for the pledge
Because there is not liberty and justice for all
If we still have to beg for justice to be served for our children through hashtags
We will not stand for this country
Until this country stands up for us
Until police actually protect and serve and stop trying to recreate a second red sea with our blood filling the streets
Until Jim Crow actually leaves the nest
and his inky black feathers are no longer wrapped around our court systems
Until the constitutional right to Life includes us
Until our children’s bedtime stories are no longer eulogies
They should not see obituaries more than picture books
Until our black skin is no longer a threat
We will not be silent
Our murders will not be forgotten and overlooked
There are only so many funerals a people can take
Black Mothers, you are not giving birth to a weapon
You are giving life to power
And our power is what they are scared of.



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