Sometimes, I get tired of white men on screens

I get tired of being told to care about what they believe

I get tired, of no one listening

 

My voice is loud

How do they so easily turn the dial down

So I become no more than some easily drowned out sound

 

Background noise to their children's lullabies

How can they sleep so soundly while the cries

Of my bones reach toward the heavenly skies

 

How do they walk all day without succumbing to the beat

Of our hands and our feet

As we slam into the ceiling they created

 

When will we stand as women and men

to reclaim our dignity

 

It will happen when the sun rises over a people

A people, not "the people", a singular people

When we decide to live and love and prosper together

 

A people who decide to lay aside

Father Ignorance and Mother Fear

So Hatred can no longer be born

 

A people who realize that in becoming one, we are all our brother's keeper

Who know that when one trips, we all fall

And when one rises, it helps us all

 

A people no longer ashamed of the midnight in our skin

Who feel no need to proclaim that black is beautiful 'cause

We know that is like proclaiming that the sky is blue

 

A people bent on building the world we live in

Thinking with our minds instead of our fists

Disassemble the old order with our words instead of our bullets

 

Take the frustration in our hearts 

Give rise to a new future

Where we can all join in

 

Then the scars on the backs

Of the blacks of the past

Will not be in vain

 

Then, the flood of blood ended forever

The sun will shine its rainbow

And the screaming of my heart will cease.