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The choices we never got to make
A life of false happiness
Or death by defiance
They claim we have a choice
But what kind of choice is a life of imprisonment or a death penalty
An eternal life of isolation
Or an eternity of nothingness
With choices like that who needs control
Or to be caged by manipulation
For us the ideal choice
Would be death
To go out on our own terms
A slight chance of freedom
Because who would want to live a life suffocated by fear
Or is the other option better
Where we exist in an eternal abyss Of unconsciousness
Why for us can't we have peace
Instead of fighting for equality
Everyday is a struggle
Living up to expectations unattainable
Where being black automatically means
Scrutinization is part of the clause
Irreversible
And every move we make is questionable
Is this our shared legacy
Where acceptance we are hungry
Where we have this ache for a different history
Or at least have the life those before us wanted in our line of ancestry
To live a life where the burdens we are forced to carry
Are taken away so life will not be so heavy
Copyright ©
Layla Riley-Hill
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