Erasure

They existed, they were here
Real people made to disappear 
Hidden history, lies and erasure
For them it was protocol
For us It became normal

What really is normal 
In the conversation of racism 
Of different rules
When it comes to black people
It becomes opposite -
What is, is what's not
What's not is what is
A confusing cycle
We are expected to follow
When they themselves
Aren't reliable

This isn't about judicial rule
More control of a certain race of people
Don't be fooled -
By the fake smiles they draw
This is not societal 
This is purely individual 
If it wasn't, their morals would be total
The system of law -
Would be equal
However that is not the case at all
When eradication is their goal

It's why they deny their history of violence 
It's why they bury our stories in silence
It's why they bleach the stains of their hate
It's why they burn our bodies to rid of their guilt
It's why they drown our voices in the ocean of their lies
It's why our history books are empty of our ink - just the erasure of our names
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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