It’s been too many days, got people walkin’ round in a haze…you get charged for wonton disregard for the life of someone else but Breonna was the one whose life was snuffed out, so what…her life doesn’t count?
Blood, sweat and tears scattered over the years…adding fuel to the fire, gaslighting white suburbian jeers, while they continue to discredit and disregard all Black peoples fears and what I am constantly reminded of…is that a sista’s blood just don’t get no love.
You can defend yourself but I can’t, that’s why Black Lives Matter is what we chant, wonton disregard for everyone else, their lives were placed above everything else. No knock…did you knock, what’s it all about, an another innocent Black woman was taken out.
45 feels justified upholding all the lies, he could give two shits when a Black person dies. 45 says that Black people are to blame for this inhumane treatment, well imma vote his ass out cuz I’m not in agreement.
Protest and unrest putting our humanity to the test, over and over again our people are treated like they’re less, putting holes in us, while you’re protected by bullet proof vests!
Turn the protest into power, we’ve reached the 11th hour…stand your ground. One shot fired compared to your 32, stand your ground unless you’re Black, so what are we supposed to do?
Our anger and frustration pours into the street, unspeakable pain as we stand to our feet, bending but unbreakable even in the midst of defeat, our strength unparalleled…we will not be beat. As I think about all the things that have happened, the only thing I continue to think of…is that a sista’s blood just don’t get no love!