“Racism is man’s gravest threat to man – the maximum of hatred for the minimum of reason.”
-Abraham J. Heschel
My skin is not a choice
If it were, I'd still choose it
I wear it like an open wound
Translucent 
Undisputed 
Still we have something to prove
400 years of enslavement 
Still owed unpaid dues 
We’ll pay with our lives and have to die for it too
Most will never understand 
The burden of this flesh
Cursed with the demand to do more
But still receive less 
So they’ll go on ignoring 
That it’s my everyday existence
This skin: a bitter-sweet blessing in disguise
A complimentary prison 
We didn’t choose this
But it’s what keeps us rooted
Futile catastrophe 
Minute enormity 
This tiny empire lives inside of me
Breeds disgust for a scorn nation 
Whose every investment is rooted in race relations
Fallen fallacy 
Collapses into the laps of those who endure it
But power stays stagnant in the hands of the ones who refuse to cure it
And it’s always been a Black problem
A Negro problem 
An African-American problem
Granted the burden to fix them
But not given the equation to solve them
We are still hurting 
Centuries of having it instilled in our brains 
That we aren’t worth it
Aren’t deserving of God given rights
To which we were birthed in 
But it’s where we’ve gained our fight 
To be greater than 
Stronger than 
Those who told us we’d never make it
So we have to take it 
Because everything stays the same with patience
And hate isn’t tamed with patience
And freedom isn’t gained with patience 
And pain is not healed with patience 
And chains don’t break with patience
And change don’t come with patience
Change has NEVER come with patience
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