blacked out on a tuesday

“did i hear you say all lives matter?”

how can all lives matter when my beautiful, dark, crispy, glistening skin never mattered ... “to you”. to ya mama, to ya papí, to cousin nem.

how can all lives matter when my black boy’s joy ain’t joy no more? it’s hurt, pain, and sorrow. there ain’t no hope for tomorrow. there’s no hope within the next 9 minutes. there’s no hope when you mention he’s about to get a ticket. there’s no hope when he leaves the house and gives his wife her last kiss. there’s honestly no hope when he takes his first breathe on his ratchet birthday. s/o to drake.

how can all lives matter when me and sarah girl are walking down the same street, moving to the beat, but i accidentally fall. yes, i was feeling the bounce music too much. but you pull up. you felt like i gave her a reason to push me down. you handcuffed me because sarah was defending me. you sit me down on the sidewalk, but am i free? can i breathe? can i see my future? my son’s future? the future of my black “baby daddy”?? or my white executive husband?

stop your bull. stop your lies. you never cared about our lives. you barely even like your job. you just love for yo folks to stroke your pride, but baby...... reality check. all lives don’t matter until ALL lives, including mine, matters!

stay safe my beautiful black Kings and Queens.