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Us be grateful for what?
Let them eat cake
But with no hands
And a mouth sewn shut
Why us
Why must we suffer with crumbs
And be grateful
To be grateful when slavery ended
When in fact it was they who started it
To feed us poison instead of the antidote
Then feign confusion to why it didn't work
The world sees you as a victim
And not a perpetrator
The world sees us as dramatic
Then expect gratitude
To thank them for freedom
Whilst simultaneously locking us in a cell
But hey at least we'll get to see sunlight
For an hour
That is until they put us back in solitary confinement
Trapped in the freedom of darkness
No chains nor shackles
Dont worry they are removed once you're contained in a box of isolation
What's worse a real life cell
Or the prison of the mind
Either way there is no where to hide
From the voices trapped inside
To be grateful for the bare minimum
Even though there wasn't a bar
Or Maybe only visible to those who don't need to need it
Or Maybe they'll gaslight us into believing
That we should just accept the 'bare minimum'
So we should be grateful
To them for solving a problem
That they created
Then act like white saviours
And expect to be patted on the shoulder for their 'heroic behaviour'
The gift they have given us is
The gift of generational trauma
And a lifetime of constantly feel unworthy
For a life we continously have to fight for
But that's just it
They want us to struggle
They want us to fight
But most of all they want us to slowly kill ourselves
Because at least that way there is no blood on their hands
Copyright ©
Layla Riley-Hill
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