Every shot rang is the
Bell of heaven’s gate
Opening to bring a
Brother or sister of
Mine home. Halos
Rise above their kinky
Crowns of black gold.
Sold out for words of
Socio-political trite that
Repeats every few months.
Hashtags, outrage, hate,
Interviews, and forgotten.
Not by me or others that
Share our complexion
But those very outlets
That expressed their
False grief to express
Grievances about us
When they aren’t us.
So we’re here looking
Up to the ones who look
Down and hope we can
Close the gates before
Black becomes extinct.
Before we extinguish
Black flames, we burn
Brighter, harder, and
Faster to show our time
Here was meant to be
Revered.We may have
Tears but believe I say
This with every fiber.
Heaven loves black and
You would be the wiser
Knowing we were here.
We existed in time.
