Our existence- the antithesis
To white contentment.
Aftermath of a cultural genocide
A kernel of fear grows inside
Even as I see my nephews smiling wide.
Even if today I tell you I love you,
Nestle you in the crook of my arm,
We can’t help but see the # hashtag-
Our assumptions ain’t wrong.
Tomorrow stolen from my brother,
Confused as one question bleeds into the other.
They were searching in a video
For a reason to justify:
Even after I carve I hear when you’re quiet into your onyx skin with my eyes,
You were target practice-
Their bullets married into your tissue before you hit the sky.
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