Updated: Apr 6
As I am driving in my car
I look out the window and see tall trees
And green grass
Children laughing and crying
Tall buildings as high as my eyes can see
And I wonder to myself
How many of my brothers and sisters
Bodies are used to fertilize that ground that grow so effortlessly
How many of their stories are left
Untold so you can make those somber songs for whites to dance too
How many of their histories were jacked to fill the museums you worship and the tattoos you wear
Never knowing the true meaning
How many of their necks were slit
And blood were drained
Just to build
The American dream
But how many Americans really dream
From the 9 to 5 that end up lasting 9 to 9
To the food that just give you a heart a attack from the smell
Having babies that are used for target practice
How many Americans really dream ?
How many of their chocolate brown skins get to close their eyes
And open them again ?
Have the luxury of seeing themselves painted painted in lights!
I wonder how many of my lost ones get to have their stories told.
as I drive around America I wonder how many peoples live were lost for whites to have a place they can steal no I mean call home