Our people,

My people were never treated nicely 

Since the very beginning we were never treated nicely

A genocide since the earliest of time 

But they never wrote that down in the books,

All they said is they discovered a new continent and got new materials 

They took my people and killed them off hundreds at a time

Enslaving them for over 500 years

Even before they discovered us we were still being enslaved since the before the oldest book 

We were used,

We never could do anything about it

Years and years went by 

Barely anything changed in a few hundred years.

In the recent 7 years ONLY  

8,500 of my people being shot at the hands of the people we were told to trust 

We are killed for unjust reasons

We’ve been killed for hundreds of years 

People have been protesting for years now, nothing has changed but NOW people start listening?

This started because 

We live with the mindset 

Of im just one life i can’t change anything and ill die anyway

Everything that you thought had meaning: every hope, dream, or moment of happiness.

None of it matters as you lie bleeding out on the cold pavement. 

None of it changes what a speeding bullet does to a body, we all die.

But does that mean our lives are meaningless? 

Does that mean that there was no point in our being born?

Would you say that of our slain ancestors? What about their lives? Were they meaningless?… They were not! 

Their memory serves as an example to us all! The courageous fallen! The anguished fallen! 

Their lives have meaning because we the living refuse to forget them! And as we ride to certain death, we trust our successors to do the same for us! Because our people do not buckle or yield when faced with the cruelty of this world! Our people push forward! Our people scream out! BECAUSE WE ARE HUMANS WE FOUGHT TO SURVIVE FOR HUNDREDS OF YEARS AND WILL NEVER STOP FIGHTING 

WE ARE ONE RACE… THE HUMAN RACE!