Black Lives Matter
We never really know, do we?
Who has our best interest and who's doing it for show
I am the target in generation genocide and don't need the fake
Born black
Die black
Live black
Try black
My blackness has become my reality
If you love me like a brother
Call me by my name
I am not a rare breed or new discovery
I've been black since my great grandfather
I've been black since my grandmother
I was black before my mother and before my father
This temple in all of its glory is majestic
It is holy, it is prestine, it is treasured
It Matters
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