Black bodies beaten.
Black bodies punched and kicked
Black bodies tased.
Black bodies pulled and dragged.
Black bodies thrown to the ground, against the wall, across the classroom.
Black bodies taken.
Black bodies gone missing.
Black bodies shot.
Black bodies locked up.
Black bodies pinned down.
Black bodies strung up.
Black bodies raped and molested.
Black bodies stabbed and suffocated.
Black bodies murdered.
Black bodies dead
All on social media. All at the swipe of a finger. All for the eyes of millions to glaze over and become desensitized to. How many other races have to see people that look like them killed over and over again? A black woman shot between a video of a talking bird and the newest Tiktok dance.
We’re expected to be strong enough to forgive.
We’re expected to get over it and move on.
We’re expected to protest peacefully, not talk back, and not resist.
We witness a black child get shot, shot, shot, in the chest,
We work with our white coworkers who are busy discussing their latest stream and hardly notice the fake smiles we put on.
We’re expected to feel safe in a country that rejoices in our slow demise.
We’re expected to feel safe around police that storm our countries capital,
send money to murders,
and scream Blue Lives Matter at our tear-stained faces.
Can we have peace when I am not seen as a person, but as a black body?
A soul-less, subhuman, object.
Is it easier for the majority to justify the mistreatment if “it” is not a person, but merely a lifeless black body?
Is it permissible if it becomes normalized behavior, just by the simple act of repetition?
Are we really still only 3/5th human?
Is “black body” just another word for expendable?
Our bodies are not disposable.
Our lives are irreplaceable.
Our lives have made your lives livable.
So, when you take our lives don’t call it just another “black body.”
Call it what it is,