I was born black in a world that is in crack

I was born black

Was raised to set my mark

And to keep a track

That the world is in a crack

It wasn’t long before I saw it

Just as blatantly as they have made it

The colour divide as they call it

Designed to make me think I haven’t got it

The regular killings are now like sitcoms

The question is – who is next on

Under the wheels with knees clipped on

Hands in pocket, like it, was fit on

Honestly, this is what we live with daily

Even where it’s subtle, I still feel it deeply

A vacant seat next to me is left empty

They would rather stand than to feel this dirty

I can deal but will I want them to live it

My beautiful boys who are yet to see it

What can prepare them for the cracks that we cope with

Just to tell them equality is only a hope and believe it

Rest in Peace

George Floyd, Ahmaud Arbery, Philando Castile, Alton Sterling