Give Me Death
Woolly my hair is
Intimidating to some in its natural frizz
Why do we judge by the color of our skin
Isn’t judgement and hate a sin
The impurity of capital vices
Have us in an inhumane crisis
I ponder and put on some blues
In a matrix-I know what pill to choose
Luxuries will not be the death of me
Give me death if I can’t have liberty
We need to speak the truth
Sojourner been doing it since her youth
Evil is all around us
We must seek our own justice
Demonstrate kindness and optimism
While obliterating racism
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