When our joy became a weapon for them

Our pleasure is political Our presence anarchy Our smile a rebellion Our hair A revolution Our blood our fire Our blackness A force to be reckoned with Our joy to them is a declaration of war Our resilience an act of political warfare Our resilience a threat to the system of oppression they built They don't like when we take back control Then turn it into freedom Their existence is threatened By how we embrace our blackness They can't handle when we love Being black Because its something they can't Have Be Or steal No matter how hard they try Their envy betrays them Every time they oppress us Kill us Target us When they discriminate us They know the only way they can feel superior Is by trying to make us feel inferior That's Our power Joy and laughter