We got an eviction notice.
Living in a country where our ancestors bricked walls, it’s hard
for us to find where home is
We can steel feel the cement swirled in our fingerprints
My friend splattered in concrete
Bushes of bullseye thrones in his back
A black boy’s hands met to trigger
Metal cringes to the pelt of charred fingertips
Only 18 years serving 18 years
They carve “welcome home’ on her grave
They have thrown out book to the curb
I am surrounded by milked faces
Being the only black kid in class isn’t that bad as long as you
keep your mouth shut
Only have an opinion when we talk about black history month
Our ancestors paved the roads we are slaughtered on
Out hands only matter when they dribble
Yet we are the original founding fathers
We will no longer allow your crimes to be committed in our
names
