I'm 1945 by Sheldon Alexander
|Provided by LIFE magazine|
I'm 1945 Black body Black Bodies Swarm blocks like Bees do flowers Bees Swarm flowers Like black men do honey Black body look like honey And Sex leads like queen bees Black prince follow queens like drones The syndrome was The bees knees Knee deep in can I please? Like please can I speak english Please can I write English Please can I touch money I know this ain't for me Can I please vote While I vote I might create Create a better quality of life In exchange for my life Or my name attached to my creations Can I please have my reparations? Or at least some civility These should be elevated over our inhumanity Black body more like void Filling ourselves with whatever we can get our hands on Spinning music with lyric Spinning words for sales selling street dreams to prevail Black body just wants to prevail And exhale the poison of this toxic patriarchy But I became a patriot for title to my own body my black body is finally entitled to itself Instead of him or herself black body is just it not a person Still a noun Still trying to define black Still trying to define nigger, nigga please Black body look like white twitter Confused at trending changes Black rights secretly rearranging Masked in economics Broke black body lost without knowledge Unless your starving for it I'm 1945 Black body Still fighting still writing Stilling voting still dying for a nameless generation Still giving claim to the future generation This is what we fostered Black body ain't lost we just mislead Paved a path to our graves Just to be buried in seeds And regrow a tree A branch for the next life line Reincarnated I reclaim my time Not in your confines or what you define Here's where I, we, us, everyone Draws the line.