Black, Soliana I’ll make my voice heard Diary of Anne Frank, Tuesday 11th April 1944 What does it mean to be black? Being black is getting killed because you wore a hoodie on the street Being black is getting killed because you played with a toy gun Being black is getting killed because you wore a mask Being black is getting killed because they thought it was a gun Being black is getting killed because you are mentally ill Being black is getting killed because they’re afraid of you because if you’re black and you get killed they don’t care because if you’re black you’re just a thug you’re threatening intimidating suspicious you’re a criminal it doesn’t matter if you think you’re innocent because you already committed the crime of being Black they call us violent and ghetto but they love our culture our hair and our fashion our music and slang our vibes and our food they want our rhythm but not our blues it’s the same story every time the way they talk about it on the news ‘unarmed black man shot by white cop’ how many more times? how many more deaths will it take for change? i’m tired i’m tired of hearing about it we’re fed up fed up of the cops killing our brothers fed up of the doctors not believing our mothers fed up of this system failing us again and again fed up of innocents being locked up in pen they say slavery ended but we’re still stuck in this mess when another one’s killed we just hope for the best we’ve been fighting too long but they don’t care why? because we’re Black By SOLIANA, 15. Previous Next Back to poetry ages 13-15 gallery Manage Cookie Preferences