There was a protest in my body

My heart The voice Each beat a chant Refusing to be silenced Each beat getting louder An act of defiance It would not be quiet Our skeleton The foundation The vessel which carried the rebellion It's the ground that doesn't crumble Even as we march It doesn't take the attention It remains humble Knowing that it was not bigger than the movement The blood is the strength It doesn't let it rest It is the breath of each footstep It is the fuel of the movement The bloodstream carries the fire Throughout the body ensuring we never tire The stomach feeds the protest With words of encouragement Echoes Throughout the body And bleeds from our mouth You can't put us down Our skin Our shield To show we won't yield Our representation Of everything we are fighting for To let them know out blackness Is something we are proud of After all being black is the definition of greatness