Who is that black body


Who is this black body?

Who is this black body society has put in a box?
Who is this black body lost without a cause?
Who is this black body sad and afraid?
Who is this black body whom they said disobeyed?
Who is this black body who said dad please, no more?
Who is this black body who watched his dad walk right out the door?
Who is this black body raised by a single black mother?
Who is this black body that his black dad does not want to father?
Who is this black body pushed away from their land?
Who is this black body abandoned and left unable to fight?
Who is this black body who tries to give the world all their might?
Who is this black body they say will be in jail by 18?
Who is this black body who will be referred to as the next statistic?
Who is this black body the police will call beastly?
Who is this black body whom their parents must ask, will they be next?
Who is this black body seeking the answers?
Who is this black body?

These are the black bodies whom society has destroyed.
These are the black bodies whom society deemed to be only 3/5.
These are the black bodies society said were killed justly.
These are the black bodies they called beastly.
These are the black bodies whom are now laid to rest.
For the racial ignorance that manifests its way through all of us.
I look at these faces and I am so ashamed.
To live in a world where blacks must take all the blame.
Will I be the next statistic roars through my head?
Will I be the next Tamir Rice, or Michael Brown, or Sasha Bland?
Or will my country continue to dehumanize and disenfranchise my race?
Will my society ever understand the role it plays in the continuous slavery of blacks?
The world may never know?

So.

I am a black body finally growing up (19 years to be exact)
Moreover, I am the black child making it through his rut (and it ain’t easy)
I am this black child watching from afar.
I am this black child waiting for my call!
It is a call that will tell me “it’s time to give it my all”!
I am this black child who wants to tell his story?
I am this black child who sits and watch.
I am this black child with a different outcome.
I am this black child who was able to escape.
But I do not know how long before the statistic claims me.
So.
I am the black child who sits and watch
Therefore, I am the black body whose identity society puts in a box.

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