Faced with the reality of contempt each day we rise and march on.
Shall I lie down
Shall I lie down and die
Shall I
Shall I
Shall I
Because you have long despised the
color of my skin.
Shall I.
Shall I lie down and die
as you have wished for oh so long.
Your shackles still burn my ankles,
my shoulders cry from the whip you
lashed them with, since I was born.
Shall I lie down and die, as you
beat me senseless time and time again.
No my inner souls cries out, not I.
Not I, who’ve cried out each night, as your
anger stains my back.
Not I, who’ve stood the lash of
your contempt.
No not I, your whipping boy for all of your
deep fears.
No not I as I watch the fear in you realize
I will not die.
Shall I lie down and die from the anger
of your gun.
Shall I lie down and die as you try to kill my brother.
Shall I lie down and die as you paint me as a monster.
No my soul says, as I rise and face your anger.
If this is what you wish I do,
then whip on cruel master…
whip on.
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