If I March for justice
That makes me nothing less than human
If I demand the police beheld accountable
I am nothing more than human
If I bang on doors and ask all my neighbors to sign the petition
I am nothing less than human
And if a man calls out for his mom as the air is squeezed forever from his lungs and the life goes out from his eyes
I am nothing more than a roaring mama bear
You’d expect no less action or behaviour on my part if it were your child left in my care.
I wasn’t there, but my heart ached just the same
And I knew exactly on whom to place blame.
But you took one look at me
And with not much more than a passing oncepver type of glance
You labeled me just another angry black woman
And shoved me out the back door.
But let me assure you, I am nothing more
And us humans will one day even up the score.