Mya Koffie, 15, she/her/hers
How come we have to wait
For a post to go viral
Before our government takes action?
Say what you want; I think we’re entitled
To feel we’ve been cheated out of our ration
Listen to the heavy sounds of
White woman tears
But turn a cheek to screaming mothers
Who are scared for their kids this year
Kids who didn’t get to pick
The color of their skin
Fire snuffed out at the wick
Never thought that life would end
So, so quick…
Life ebbed so slow
Someone caught it on film
But did someone yell “no”
Did someone try to stop
The aggressive new low?
Floyd pleaded with that cop
Just as many black men
Have pleaded before!
Yet, it happens again
Headlines grow more and more.
Imagining the weight on his throat
Makes me want to choke
When will we find the antidote?
Maybe when we decide to seek
To push off the oppressors
Giving voices to the meek
To throw off our aggressors
Allowing skin itself to speak
And my skin says enough!
It says open your eyes
While you’re making racist jokes
Another victim dies.
Put the empty songs on the radio
Turn our eyes away from God
The world is full of hate you know
There are victims like Floyd and Ahmaud
It’s eighty degrees but the world’s feeling cold
I’m only fifteen but I’m feeling too old
Shoot at us while we’re running
Whip us around like batter
You’d rather protect your gunning
Then admit that black lives matter?
Police kneeling on a black man’s neck
But get mad at Colin on his knees
Country like Nike, just care about checks…
I thought that our land was supposed to be free.
Find Mya on Instagram @_koffie_photography_