Give Me Death

Woolly my hair is Intimidating to some in its natural frizz Why do we judge by the color of our skin Isn’t judgement and hate a sin The impurity of capital vices Have us in an inhumane crisis I ponder and put on some blues In a matrix-I know what pill to choose Luxuries will not be the death of me Give me death if I can’t have liberty We need to speak the truth Sojourner been doing it since her youth Evil is all around us We must seek our own justice Demonstrate kindness and optimism While obliterating racism