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Do you argue that we are all human beings and are equals?

So, are you ignoring that video of the cop shooting the unarmed Black boy’s body. 

Did you not see that boy’s body dancing until a bullet force him to bow down, meet the concrete and no longer know what being alive feels like?

I see strange fruit on my Facebook timeline every other week.

I wonder if Facebook knows that I do not desire to watch my brothers die at the hands of cops or gangs.

I can still hear my Africana teacher’s voice, with tears falling from her eyes as she says:

 “For us to get any rights, we have to be considered HUMAN BEINGS FIRST?”

Have you not seen the fear and pain in the hearts of many Blacks who are well-aware that they are not considered Humans?

I wonder if any of my brothers will dance with bullets until they have too become strange fruit.

Again, I do not see any strange fruit for now.

But I know that there are trees waiting to become best friends with my beautiful skin.

Can you erase history?

The years of slavery, the blood on America’s hands.

I have heard that African American males are considered the most dangerous people, but I have never seen Black men capture rape, hang, and humiliate an entire race.

Have you looked at your hands lately? Did you find my ancestor’s blood yet?

Have you ever wondered what it was like to Black?

To me it feels like there is always a chain and someone waiting to punish you when you step out of line.

Have you ever met a slave before? 

How they look defended, like they are begging to be hung because they know that this will happen soon whether they agree to it or not.

It saddens me to say, but we are the new slaves of this generation.

We are the protest, we are the imprisoned, the uneducated, the “I cannot get a job because I am Black”

To answer my own question.

Have you ever met a slave? Yes, every single morning when I meet with the mirror.