Chills
Every week one of my people sleep,
Racial equality is not as true as we think.
I’m off from work, maybe I’m a threat,
Ahmed Arbery was a target, don’t forget.
Chains will always surround me,
No matter how free I may seem to be.
Land of the free is America’s motto,
We lie defenseless and seen as targets.
America is quarantined for COVID-19,
I’m quarantined for being black only.
I’m a threat for simply being black,
My skin color makes you feel attacked.
Just one look and you call the cops,
I see a black person is taking a walk.
Maybe I should wear a white mask,
So, you don’t see black and quickly attack.
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