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I can’t breath
When will this ever end?
It’s 71 degrees outside, all sunshine and blue skies.
The kind of weather that makes you happy to be alive
Sun shines on my skin, giving glow to melanin
Butterflies have their place, as do the bees
But what will happen when we cut down all the trees?
When we poison all the seas?
It’s sick how our very society is consumed by greed.
When will we realize where this will lead?
Mother nature cries out in the streets
She is my mother, my sister, she is you, she is me
She is the black mother who bears the pain of seeing so many of her sons slain
When will this ever end? She cries and cries
They hang you up, they chop you down
They use you up to wear you down
Cry, mother cry for your black sons
Mother nature groans as she chokes on the bones
Black sons try to stand firm in the gaps their fathers leave behind
As the trees that stood for centuries are uprooted from the ground
I can’t breath
She cries and cries
when will it ever end?
