I ride with my brothers and sisters of all races and creeds;
To rear up their own steeds in unified protest;
To ride the momentum of waves of grief
Heeding the cries of mothers for their stricken children
Comforting tears of fathers for their lost legacy
We beg our inheritance returned from the barrels
Of the guns, drugs, and forced disintegration of segregation
Of caged familial relationships in the name of
Law enforcement in a police state.
Oh, Lady Justice! Raise your blindfold!
We beckon you to turn your marble eyes
Towards those who insult your intention!
We call out in solidarity for your scales
To balance the inequality that takes our skin
And uses it against our fellow Americans;
Our future! Our could-have-beens:
Strong leaders, bold teachers, smart cookies, fast learners,
Good parents, good people, good workers, good earners
Had they not been vilified by unjust practices
My blood, as theirs, is caught in the web of deception
Colored every nuance of brown, every color of tarnished brass.
You’ve stolen my generation’s heirlooms
Away from the breathing world
Crammed them into the darkest days of greatest sin,
The murder of my brethren; their only “crime” is having more melanin.