Enough

The only thing not seen in black or white is what we call “justice”

As people of our kind are beaten, misheard, or talked bad upon by the white majority

We sit here and yell at the words shrouding over us like a four corner box

Not the same as the straight metallic bars we are put behind from

Lies, upon lies, upon lies as it is said from their mouths

From the angry black woman to the violent “nigga moment” black man

To the pristine majority not seen with any flaws of any kind

We fight through the lies having strong leaders of faith on our side

To project the young boys and girls from the hate that is given

To learn to breath another day without struggling for air

To far back letting our young youth be able to go to a store not coming out with bruises and a singular gunshot wound

Not wanting to be apart of a family tree hanging there for everybody to see

Swaying from the wind as the fires are scorching the grass around us

Not all justice is the same

Not everything is meant to be seen as black or white

Everything needs to be seen or heard about to spread the truth behind the colors

For us to have to dream to see beyond the colors of one another

To be free to be equal to be a complete person

Not sitting here thinking and wondering when the fight for our lives will stop one day