“Black Folks Tired of Singing We Shall Overcome” by Chyrel J. Jackson

“Black Folks Tired of Singing We

Shall Overcome”

White privilege gives

you cover.

Your blues ain’t

nothin’ like

mine.

Police don’t kill

White people;

mostly killing

mine.

No justice, No peace.

Police brutality.

401 years of black lives

in peril

spawn Black hostility.

100 years of singing

God bless America,

let freedom ring;

while the

world stands by in

silence,

watching Black suffering.

You cannot know

The rage I carry, that’s

buried deep inside.

Protesting since King.

Living separate and

unequal, bloody,

Black Lives.

cjj ©

Poem Written By: Chyrel J. Jackson