Unwritten Resilience
If you must have my head, show it to the ones I’ve led,
Leave them restless in their bed, even still our young will remain fed.
Reinforced by our past in chains once bound,
With the reins in our hands, now you will hear our sound.
You’ve erased our names, only known in lies,
A stink so foul, the ignorance a given
We fight the flies, but in the end we’ll have risen
Their will won’t break, There's a truth you can’t shake.
Forced to watch our mothers and fathers on stakes,
Left to rot, discarded in lakes.
Unable to block us out, with talent we’ll earn our spot.
From dirty dusty droughts, to streets that scream with grace,
Through art, love, and hate we will claim our place.
Copyright © Gavin Rauch | Year Posted 2025
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