“Black Folks Tired of Singing We Shall Overcome”


      you cover.

Your blues ain’t

      nothin’ like mine.

Police don’t kill

     White people;

mostly killing mine.

     No justice, No peace.

Police brutality.

     400 years of black lives

in peril

     spawn Black hostility.

100 years of singing

     God bless America,

 let freedom ring;

      while the

world stands by in


watching Black suffering.

     You cannot know

The rage I carry, that’s

     buried deep inside.

Protesting since King.

      Living separate and

unequal, bloody,

     Black Lives.


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                                 Poem Written By: Chyrel J. Jackson