Some people are “sick” of the protests.
“Sick” of talking about race.
“Sick” of us making our case.
You say you’re sick.
Imagine how sick we are.
Sick of crying,
Every time a new hashtag trends,
Or when they say no charges again,
Or when another policy that works against us wins.
Sick of dying.
Sick of trying,
To explain and constantly be told we’re lying.
So we’ll keep marching until…
Keep writing until…
Keep posting until…
Keep organizing until…
Keep creating until…
Keep resisting until…
Keep speaking until…
Keep uprising until…
Keep fighting until…
UNTIL WE CAN BREATHE