Why do people grab their purses when they see me walking by? Little do they know I’ve never stolen anything in my whole life.
Why is my natural hair considered so unprofessional? Yet, other ethnicities can work with colored hair and tatted skulls.
Why am I deemed unworthy of a seat at the table? Yet, whenever I show my passion or speak up for myself I am labeled.
Why is it so hard for me to level up or own? It’s no secret that on the backs of my ancestors this land was built upon.
Why do I have to prove that I am just like you? We both know the same God who created you, created me too.
If you believe in His word, then you should see me in His image and know that we are same. Isn’t it true that we both were saved by that one name?
Is it because every ploy to end us has always brought us back? Is it because the tenacity within us is what others seem to lack?
Is it because we’re unique, strong, and full of pride? Is it because many of us have died but yet STILL… WE… RISE?
Why am I the one that others love to hate? Why am I the one always with the sealed fate?
Why can’t I just live? Truth is. I want to same things as you. I want peace, love, and the pursuit of happiness for my seed too.
If you have an issue with me simply because I am black? What will you tell the Father on the day when He comes back?
How will explain that you’ve loved a God that you can’t even see? Yet, you’ve lived your entire life inherently hating me.
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