I cry when I see a video of people being antagonized,
A dagger through my heart even though it’s not being done to me.
I cry when I see mothers, fathers family and friends mourn,
Over the lives of their loved ones stolen despite them now being free.
I cry when I see people like me attacked like wild beasts,
For no other reason than looking like me.
I cry because my fear of becoming another victim keeps me immobilized,
To the point that from my home I don’t want to leave.
I cry when I realize that my country hasn’t changed,
Even through the various adaptions of slavery.
I cry when I see those meant to help us and keep us safe,
Show us that in this world we shall have no peace.
I cry for the people who desperately want to help,
But have to watch madness ensue hopelessly.
I cry for those who cannot cry no more,
The souls taken, no stolen, prematurely.
I cry, I’ve been crying, I will cry until I have no tears left,
Crying for the souls who lost in these American streets.
Gala Serks 