Still

'All lives matter'
'He probably deserved it'
leaves me with a stutter
you just go on
like the dear ain't getting murdered
grocery shopping, drinking coffee
careless, like no tears are falling from a mother
who just lost a son and a brother
to a society wholly rotten

a mother who's ancestors lived in beautiful tribes
solely sold because of the colour of their hides
shipped to an unkown country
welcomed by a life unworthy
labouring every day
used and abused without any pay
their broken backs built the American Dream
pockets filled but humanity nowhere to be seen
labeled inferior by those who cower
who's cruelties needed cover
gorgeous people diabolised against there will
that alters your being, gets under your skin
and even today now
with all the books and films and documentation
cowardness is making victims still

Tell me my sweet baby
when did you pass the mirror
saw yourself, gasped in terror
touched the cold of the glass
didn't recognize yourself
which day and hour did you loose your innocence
brutally taken by a world that doesn't make sense
when exactly could you no longer see
the divine beauty that resides inside of you
but started to trust the lies of society...
So if you're standing at the door
Please do come in
Cuz' ignorance isn't welcomed anymore
We all bleed red despite the colour of our skin.








MotherHustler