I am tired of the stories about dead Black girls
Whose voices don't matter
I am tired of feeling angry every time I read about another body found
Your death is a candle that shines every night
Telling us you are still here, watching over us
Praying there aren't any more victims
Glorified by the news
Mourned by the Black community
We keep chanting ‘protect us Black and Blue’
As if they know what the fuck to do
I want our communities to love Black women
To embrace our existence
To advocate for us
To amplify our voices
To highlight our stories
To acknowledge that blackness, and womanhood have been under attack
It is not just white men trapping us
Or White feminists silencing us
Even our own are complicit
Birthed from black women
Our fathers and uncles
Our brothers, cousins, and neighbors
We need you to protect us too
Our men who stay silent you are not exempt
I am tired of existing in a world that denies my voice
That refuses to see
Easily dismissing my body and knowledge
I keep wondering
Am I next on your hit list?
Women whose names become hashtags and headlines
Black death is mocked
Replayed over and over as if mothers and fathers do not mourn their lost ones
Black babies become ancestors as if God has called them early
I am tired of thinking about death
How our flesh and bone are ripped and torn
By hands unable to protect us
Who is there for us
Black girls, black women
Black mothers, black daughters
Blacks who are queer
Blacks in the diaspora
Blacks in white spaces
Blacks in Black Spaces
I lay awake at night
Seeking answers as to why us
Our people, desperately begging for answers
Our mindset has been brainwashed
I am asking our brothers, father’s, uncles and friends
To step up and do the work
Stand up for us, defend us, learn to love us
Stop silencing us online
Stop hurting us when we need to be loved
Stop violating our rights when we advocate for ourselves
Stop murdering us out of fear
Stop murdering us out of hate
I am tired of the stories about dead Black girls
Whose voices don't matter
I am tired of feeling angry every time I read about another body found
Your death is a candle that shines every night
Telling us you are still here, watching over us
Praying there aren't any more victims
Glorified by the news
Mourned by the Black community
We keep chanting ‘protect us Black and Blue’
As if they know what the fuck to do
I want our communities to love Black women
To embrace our existence
To advocate for us
To amplify our voices
To highlight our stories
To acknowledge that blackness, and womanhood have been under attack
It is not just white men trapping us
Or White feminists silencing us
Even our own are complicit
Birthed from black women
Our fathers and uncles
Our brothers, cousins, and neighbors
We need you to protect us too
Our men who stay silent you are not exempt
I am tired of existing in a world that denies my voice
That refuses to see
Easily dismissing my body and knowledge
I keep wondering
Am I next on your hit list?
Women whose names become hashtags and headlines
Black death is mocked
Replayed over and over as if mothers and fathers do not mourn their lost ones
Black babies become ancestors as if God has called them early
I am tired of thinking about death
How our flesh and bone are ripped and torn
By hands unable to protect us
Who is there for us
Black girls, black women
Black mothers, black daughters
Blacks who are queer
Blacks in the diaspora
Blacks in white spaces
Blacks in Black Spaces
I lay awake at night
Seeking answers as to why us
Our people, desperately begging for answers
Our mindset has been brainwashed
I am asking our brothers, father’s, uncles and friends
To step up and do the work
Stand up for us, defend us, learn to love us
Stop silencing us online
Stop hurting us when we need to be loved
Stop violating our rights when we advocate for ourselves
Stop murdering us out of fear
Stop murdering us out of hate
Stop murdering us out of anger
I close my eyes at night
Praying that there will be no more stories
Praying that there will be no more Black angels
Hoping that the struggle will end
Because I am tired of pleading to the world
To hear us, see us, and love us
Stop murdering us out of anger
I close my eyes at night
Praying that there will be no more stories
Praying that there will be no more Black angels
Hoping that the struggle will end
Because I am tired of pleading to the world
To hear us, see us, and love us