you see someone once told me i was a sucker,
because i fell for every lollipop i was given by a doctor,
innocuously inoculated to produce an immunity,
i remember that,
i remember me,
before all of this.
a little brown girl going to school,
learning about AmeriKKKa,
spelled with three k’s,
because the system couldn’t care for ya
they never loved us,
ask my brother,
he’s staring down with Jah
He took his life over papers…
tell me- when did a life become illegal,
when did we let our minds become so feeble,
when did your scope become the eye of a needle
open your mind, let yourself feel the pin pricks,
let your heart become a pin cushion,
don’t let them flip you like a trick,
don’t let them call you some mad bitch
because your anger is relevant.
you are relevant and you should be heard,
don’t let people slight you on your diction or your words.
take back your language,
speak- go ahead speak that spanglish,
Sí, se puede! Yes we can!
take back our land
let’s take back our land.
because this land was built on our bodies,
condominiums on top of ancestral graveyards,
mourning the bones underneath our feet,
mourning the bones underneath your feet.
our federal buildings housing the busts of beasts,
treating us like a commodity, like meat.
their hearts are not human, not real, skin deep.
skin deep is how they see us,
entered in a census,
families ripped apart over fences,
kept at bay with guns.
if tears could stun,
if only tears could stun-
we would swim over the rivers of our tears,
dry our backs on our land,
heads held high.
by: KD Segura