“Black Folks Tired of Singing We
Shall Overcome”
White privilege gives
you cover.
Your blues ain’t
nothin’ like
mine.
Police don’t kill
White people;
mostly killing
mine.
No justice, No peace.
Police brutality.
401 years of black lives
in peril
spawn Black hostility.
100 years of singing
God bless America,
let freedom ring;
while the
world stands by in
silence,
watching Black suffering.
You cannot know
The rage I carry, that’s
buried deep inside.
Protesting since King.
Living separate and
unequal, bloody,
Black Lives.
cjj ©
Poem Written By: Chyrel J. Jackson
