Rest is revolutionary

Rest was a luxury black people weren't granted Something we wanted But couldn't afford it Our survival was more important Constantly looking over our shoulder Wondering whilst we're walking If this is our last moment Internally we ask Are we going to be murdered ? This for us is a daily burden Being tired is a privilege we don't get We can feel tired But we are not allowed to show it Society deems our feelings to be unimportant Because apparently black people are not allowed to be vulnerable We are either seen as too aggressive or too emotional But rest is something that we've earned Something we deserve Something we've come to learn Is that we are not burdens And our need for rest Is not a weakness And the most important thing is we put us And our families first And that we won't be the world's carers Anymore