Please stop using my colour
As the ammo for your discrimination
For bigoted slurs shoot from your lips
Ensuring that you don’t make a miss
You aim to hit
Fatally raw parts of my soul
From others like you
It’s getting old
You don’t stop to listen to the things that you say
If you did
You’d hear nothing but lucid hate
I bite the bullet
Chewing and spitting it out
Using my eyes to tell you just what I’m about
They turn from brown to red
Bounding you dead
Just like your words
That have shot and are leaking red
You’re soo small
Using flawless slander
Just to stand tall.
You misconstrue the disgust that you speak for truth
You stand knee deep in the lava of your truth
Turning the lava into flames
Massacring all who disagree with your claims
Shit, get with it.
Far from rooted
In the reality that we live in
If you think me saying my life matters
Is saying yours is of the latter
What really matters
Is I watch myself die every time
I see soul less eyes being shared online
Before their time
Mums on their knees screaming why
As they die
On the inside
Looking at their life on the floor.
When I have to say my life matters
Why is it even something I have to say?
Because I’m just like you
If you were me
Would you want to be punished to?
I reach my hand to you
Those that stand with us we love you too.
By Molisha Madison