you
cover.
Your blues ain’t
nothin’
like mine.
Police don’t kill
White people;
mostly killing mine.
No justice, No peace.
Police brutality.
400 years of black lives
in peril
spawn Black hostility.
100 years of singing
God bless America,
let freedom ring;
while
the
world stands by in
silence,
watching Black suffering.
You cannot know
The rage I carry, that’s
buried deep inside.
Protesting since King.
Living
separate and
unequal, bloody,
Black Lives.
cjj ©
Poem Written By: Chyrel J. Jackson
