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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required They starved our bodies of love Then complain how our bones shake in fear They strip us of our dignity Then glare at us when we jave nothing to wear They take our souls Then question when they hear our screams in their dreams It's why when the wind fills their ears It sparks chills And the echoes of our pleas Picturing us on our knees Begging them to let us breathe They say we are too loud Without us making a sound The pain of our indifference Strips them of victory Their anger blinds their eyes That watch us die As they put us in the ground To hide the blood on their hands They feed the soil with our blood Drowning us Taunting us Even after murdering us So that when a flower buds They hope the new life distracts From what they did to us So they erase us from the history books And replacing it with a distorted version of A false reality In which they 'claim' black people are the aggressors Whilst they are the victims Then claim the trope of being damsels in distress They cloak us in violence Claim we lurk in the shadows To hide us being vampires Preying on the innocent To drain their blood of all its substance But then hide the facts of the truth That we stay in the shadows Because it conceals our blackness A safe place to be invisible From them the monsters Who routinely hunt us Blinded by their ignorance Clouded by their insecurities This a story they'll try to distort us And if you don't believe us Then listen to the winds whispers That has been here since the first humans That the real victims Were black people victim to the lies of the racists
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