By Sherlyn Assam I didn’t know All could be exclusive Or that Lives could be compared That Matter could still be ripped apart By the melanin that it shared When we chant black, we do so pleading – We wish not to play this game When they spit all in our faces They insist on erasing our names They claim they do not see Black But I count Lives in pools of red They say race does not Matter anymore Not considered when left for dead My skin aches for understanding Thought already to have paid its release I didn’t know All could be exclusive Their silent hatred disguised as peace This poem was performed for Carleton JHR’s Speak Out on CKCU FM 93.1Filed under: CREATIVE, Poetry, PRINT, Uncategorized Tagged: human rights, jhr carleton, poetry, sherlyn assam, speak out, spoken word poetry![]()
