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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
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Layla Riley-Hill
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