When I scream Black Lives Matter
There is an asterisk in the back of my throat that whispers
*this does not apply to me
My life does not matter
People would barely miss me if I was gone
Sometimes I wish that I could take their places
Bring back Breonna Taylor or little Aiyana Stanley-Jones
Take me instead
Maybe I could be more useful as hashtag
I’m sure feeling like a lump hits different from inside a body bag
At least I wont feel like a waste of a toe tag
It's no wonder that I can’t breathe
when I constantly feel like a waste of oxygen
Why couldn’t they take me
And leave someone here, more deserving
It’s unnerving,
The way that I lay in my bed and pray for death
Yet, cops have murdered better people in their homes without an invitation
What I gotta do around here to get some damn service?
They out here protecting and serving my people to death
And yet, they screen my calls