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Anesia Franklin, 17, she/her/hers
There is prejudice still living in the veins of this country
It seeps in and taints, like poisoned blood, manifesting into senseless body bags from killers corrupted by ignorance
Your hatred is a disease
You say you stand for God and this country,
but I know He would not be pleased
Our founding fathers a different story,
a country based in exploitation
starting anew in stolen nation
We built this place on the backs of others; on the backs of brothers, sisters, fathers, and mothers
So don’t say you were putting your family first, when other families live every day fearing the worst
They say that love is blind so maybe hatred is too
Because I can’t see another way to rationalize the people who make victims out of him, her, me, and you
I matter you matter we all matter you’ll say
But mama is still burying her baby in a casket at the end of the day
True equality matters but the broken can’t find their way
My blackness is the only weapon that should be here to stay
