It don’t matter how many cures for diseases that we discover
How many cheeks that we may turn
How much cotton that we have picked
How many transgressions that we have forgiven
How many black and proud fists that we have raised
How many scholars that we graduate
How many marches that we march
How many wars that we have fought
How many times that we are beaten down
How many prison cells that we are caged within
How many times we fall to our knees and we pray
How many tears that we cry
How many deaths that we die
How much blood that we bleed
From how many tall trees that black bodies sway
In how much blind faith that we still believe
In this lifetime how it seems
That we the dark people
Our eyes….
Will not see
Real freedom
Real democracy
Truth
Justice
And peace
This poem. Wow. Powerful