genocide puts chemical burns on your scalp. geno
cide puts ulcers on your lungs in a
newport and black and mild way.
genocide is a language that hates you and everything
that looks like what
you might be
ide makes you scared of mirrors gen
ocide makes you wanna erase yourself
from the inside out
genocide teaches you you began with slavery,
had a hey-day with Lincoln,
and reached the promised land with King.
Genocide makes your name sound dumb.
genocide makes you smack her, slash her, attack her, cut her
womb with words and razors she look like
you though geno
cide means you don't care inside sometimes
cause you aint worth it
Genocide gives your baby a proper name.
genocide even wears kufis sometimes,
locs sometimes, afros sometimes,
my face sometimes,
your face sometimes,
genocide aspires to white femininity.
genocide means your music makes your ears bleed nigga/bitch/smut/slut/snap/jumpoff/whore/ho/ but
you hard enough to bear it
genocide means you dont mind the
bullets or redblue redblue redblue lights
cide means you don't think about tomorrow
and you don't think about yesterday
and you try real damn hard not to think about today,
genocide says shut up.
genocide tells you this is the way it's supposed to
be, this is life, this is in your blood, your birthright is
jordans and jailtime, geno
cide is sweet as a honeybun, from a corner store
selling chips and blunts and pills gen
ocide is a trap house on every corner
and the trappers trapped like the snaps is trapped
and this whole life's a trap, o snap!
It is our obligation to love ourselves
It is our obligation to heal from oppression
It is our obligation to strive to see ourselves for who we really are.
It is our right to be gentle with ourselves.
It is our duty to practice self-care.
It is our right to know ourselves as divinity condensed
It is our choice to see ourselves as whole
It is our struggle to see ourselves as worth it
we are worth it, and worth our struggle
there is nothing more worth our breath, our blood, our tears, our sweat, our joy, our love
than our lives