Still Black

modern day lynching? - jail? maybe, maybe not

Running

So fast

My breath can’t catch up

 

Sprinting

So fast

From what’s close on my heels

 

Body tired

Mind racing

Eyes facing front

 

Stop

Look

At what I’ve done

 

Run straight into my history

Still hanging, swinging

Burnt and black

 

Still there

Still there

 

My Blackness ain’t goin nowhere

Author's Note

ignore the lack of punctuation - it is often done on purpose - this is my personal style