24 June, 2020

My dearest,

I write with a heavy heart,
As I see on the news
The brutality you're going through and
I wonder the blame is who's,
I wonder when they will have enough,
Have enough of turmenting us,
After disconnecting us from our ancestors in slave ships,
Now they're painting on the concrete,
With their bullets they never retreat
Till they paint the perfect red picture,
The perfect red picture of a random black boy, A random black boy they use as shooting target to perfect their shots.
To them its a game of colors and the odd one is black.
Again I wonder whether the white house stands and symbolizes only white supremacy over black,

Is that why its called white and not black?

Is that why its sitting down,
folding its arms,
watching
while my brothers get hurled into chokehold?

Is that why it shelters a constitution that favours the white over black?

Is that why it shakes the hands of police officers on blue codes?

Is that why its founded opon the principles of reducing African americans to subhumans chattels?

Is that why it considers the death of a black man as necessary for public safety ?

Forgive if me for bordering
I understand that you're also perplexed
Cause you've got lots of unanswered questions too,
Questions that can cost you a life if you try looking for anwers
Nevertheless you scheme on your own terms,
Taking revenge into your own arms,
Going against the system,
Cause all your life you've been its victem,
A black target in a white baround,
Going against the odds.
I salute you for that
For it only takes real courage to do all that.
But never forget, like you never forget BLACK LIVES MATTER- in every thing you do, always remember ALL LIVES MATTER!

They created the stereotype of seeing the black man as a treat,
To continue to intimidate
And strike fear
Into the hearts of the black panters,
Keeping them in there place,
Showing them that white supremacy is over black
And making clear the idea that
Black freedom, be it
Political,
Economic,
Social-
Its not close
To being accepted.

You know,
If the world out there
Is too cold for you,
Remember you will always
Have a cozy home in here,
Feel free to come over
Whenever it pleases you.
I know many years
Away from home,
Away from your roots,
Away from your own kind-
Can get you
Feeling like you're lost
Feeling like you're curst,
A black target in a white baground...

I write to tell you that
I'm a wear,
I'm a wear with what
I see on the TV very clear
So asking your how you feel
Might sound like torture
Because of the trauma
You get from the souvenirs
Of what you've been through.
Besides,
I can tell how you feel,
I can tell your pain is real
I can tell how you struggle to live

I write to tell you that you're not alone
Your not alone cause I feel it too,
From my body deep into my soul.

I also write to spur you,
Like you were a horse
And I was your rider,

I write to spur you into keeping the unity bound strong,
Stronger like never before
Cause its our only key to winnig
This racial war.
BLACK LIVES MATTER!
ALL LIVES MATTER!