Photo by Greg Roitbourd

Distortion of a language, 

mutilation of a culture, 

disembodiment of the spirit.

We, the Black youth, are only rose buds, 

yet we already wield thorns. 

Woe to those who may 

stumble upon our path.

There is a law that says you can get away.

But only if you don't confess. 

And if the land you choose to sacrifice, 

does stand up and say 

"I do not consent" 

And if the obsidian lambs today you are 

trying to sacrifice are saying 

"we do not consent"

then the Debt 

and the Death 

is yours. 

Breathe in. Out. In. Out.

In.