african american history
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Dear Adrian,
Yet again you have taken my thoughts and left me with nothing but you.
You have corrupted me with your intrusion but blessed me with your presence.
Arthritis makes a comfortable home within the crevices of my mother’s bones,
cheeks stay on fleek though,
skin stay on fleek though,
what are wrinkles to black bodies?
My skin(echo) …. was Bargained for the Benefits my melanin. This deranged darkness, once sold in bulk, now is chained to my carcass like brig bound hand me downs.
Our young black men and women are out here dyin', innocent lives are being taken away from this world, families are cryin'
These crime scenes are horrifyin', cops out here lyin.
We just want justice.
I am Emmett Till.
I was beaten to death, so how dare you go through everyday life complaining that it's "pure hell".
I'd rather be locked up in a jail cell.
Or sitting in a classroom not knowing how to spell.
