they only cry for us when we die too close to their living
when our bodies are mutilated too close to their breathing
they forget that everyday we die a thousand deaths
they only cry for us when our bloody wounds congeal on their fresh clothes
only then they see us
they forget how they tear at us everyday
.
they came to cry for us today-
because our black skin went
blue, green and red where they could see it
all of a sudden, they found their tears
.
we are the ones who are born dead
we queue for services that never arrive
we are underpaid and overworked
overlooked and silenced
our bodies carry revolutions and are buried underneath them
these bodies carry children who will never know our love
and those we love, will kill us again
blue, green, red
congealed
everyday a thousand deaths
.
it is these deaths that make us disposable
and we are.
disposed and discarded
she was not the first, she is not the last
.
because you only woke cos her blood stained you
you did not wake when you made her queue
you did not wake when you sacrificed her body for your worthless pay
you did not cry when her children were left cold and she came to comfort yours
when she fought and carried your revolutions, you smeared and then erased her
.
see –
she always dead
and you will not bring her back
by vigorously washing your blood-soaked hands
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