This I wrote when life seemed particularly hard for those who were different, so this isn’t specifically for black people. This is for everyone who was ever oppressed.
Run thick on these streets
And the screams will never fade.
I can feel them, the sweat and suffering,
The scrabbling of Black hands,
The heat of survival upon which
This land was built.
The hand of the guilty will never be clean,
And the hands of the descendants will carry the stain.
You, the guilty, have wiped the minds
Of an entire race.
You refuse to remember, and remember to refuse.
But I do not forget.
And I do not forgive easily.
Tell me what you think.
Until next time,