Just get over it

'Just get over it' No we still haven't received reparations And they are long overdue Why would we get over it When you prance around wearing bags made of our skin Sitting your privileged self's on chairs oh so familiar The fabric - our skin But you'll never know You'll never care Because of your ignorance Because what you don't know won't hurt you But a little secret, I promise you it hurt us Can't you hear the echoes of our ancestors Or is your inability to basic human emotions Cause you to go deaf in both of your ears 'Just get over it' No how about you don't deny our history's existence How about you stop going on the defence Everytime you hear about the black experience Why would we get over it When it slaps us in the face Every single day Through the blood stained pavements From segregation to alienation Through the changing of weapons Long gone are the harsh echoes of the whips Is now the sharp bang of a gunshot Going from personal torture To cowardly killings 'Just get over it' How can we When everyday we carry the scars of our ancestors And you carry the evil spirit of your ancestors How are we supposed to walk the streets Where public lynchings was free entertainment Because no matter how hard you try to erase The echoes of violence still linger And the weight of generational trauma clings to a world we built 'Just get over it' You may have drowned our cities And set fire to our towns But one thing remains known Is how you'll never silence our screams How can we get over it When the rope Hangs from the trees When segregation is over yet the ice in your eyes make known we are unwelcome How sundown towns still exist with the same outcome Where every ship is haunted by the fear Our people faced Drowning in the eerie thoughts of what's to come When black history month Reminds that nothing has really changed The only difference is the rules of game they made And the changing of the games name You claim we are stuck in the past But we are still living in it How can we forget When there's constant reminders Hiding in every corner Where every shadow leads to another piece of trauma That reminds black is not just a colour