Held right hand over heart and swore truth
His words so far from probity they fell
The lies landed brutally on our youth
These streets we walk are worse than any hell
Privatized prisons seeking our black boys
To fill as slaves, free labor, as before
We are in the streets, on news making noise
Things will change, there is more for us in store
We grieve and we are weak, then we get up
We hold our heads down, we rest, then we stand
We breathe then we run, we drink from this cup
We vary in hue, but from the same strand
All by our faith we have survived this far
Our backs on the ground, our heads to the stars
Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
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