The Voice of a Black Woman by Tyra Racquel
The color of OUR skin is what they’re afraid of.
We scream that we’re NOT armed and they STILL shoot!
We cry at the fear of being killed by somebody we use to “protect” US.
Our names are being turned into hashtags and we scream out justice until our throats are sore.
We are afraid to walk down the street simply because skittles and a tea can be mistaken for a gun and now we have to run to try to save our own life.
We’re not seen as strong, but more so dangerous. They see the “anger” in our eyes when it’s really the hurt. I’m tired of burying my brothers and sisters in the dirt. So what is it that I have to do? We rally in peace and shit still hits the fan, but the KKK riots and it’s so peaceful man...help me understand? They hung my brothers and sisters, but Black Panthers and BLM are terrorists? Tuh!
America is the “Land of the FREE?”
Nah, this is the land that stole me and my family.
The biggest mistake was integration because you washed my history away and made me believe yours.
What’s the truth? Tell me the truth!!!
Locked away in the jail..might as well be hell because I got convicted for a crime I didn’t commit. Where’s the justice? Maybe I need to take it back to the past?
🗣 NO JUSTICE! 🗣 NO PEACE!
Now where’s the release? Just know that When They See Us, we will know what they’ll always think.
ALL LIVES MATTER? Nah, fuck that. That won’t be the truth until my black life does.
Why do you hate my people so much?
