It is bread and woven deep into the DNA,
And fabric of “America” and the flags it bares.
The right to peacefully protest,
We do amicably and yet you contest.
Proving Jim Crow is still alive and kicking.
In the suburbs we venture and reside when from police,
We must still hide because of my skin and wild beard you’ll stare.
Freedom given and civil rights “fulfilled”,
But what’s different still police killings and mass incarceration,
Yet you believe slavery ended,
This is no better than cotton picking.