Our Struggle is Real

 

Valerie Marquez

The injustice continues
Even with Covid19
Can’t you see?
They found a virus
That eliminates mainly people like we, 
In hospitals right now 
They’re literally getting away with murder…
Ok, there has to be some casualty’s along the way
But I don’t understand…Why? 
We’re hated so much… 
We are all born of women
We all have the same red blood
What gives them the right to think that they are superior to us?
When all men are created equal
There is only one race… The human race…
As, as soon as the sun shines
They strip…
Almost everything bar the kitchen sink on show
Getting their so needed Vitamin D…you think?
They turn lobster red, blister and burn
Getting some colour/a tan

A golden brown would be nice, I’m sure
But yet they hate our colour
Where’s the logic?
They then have the audacity, to compare
Look, I’m almost as dark as you…Really?
However we don’t have to go through any of that 
We have the privilege to be born with colour
Is it jealousy that we are more resilient and stronger of mind and body?
They steal our identities, treasures and ideas
And have the gall to make them theirs
Our people are beaten, in most cases to a pulp
Within an inch of their lives
And yet we rise, stronger and with pride
Our wives, mothers, sisters, aunts are raped and used like we’re their play things their given right
Was slavery ever abolished?
Our struggle is real
Dr Martin Luther King had a dream
That we continue to dream today
But, will change ever come, for people like we?


I hate mobile phones, even though I carry one
However these days I have to give thanks
For without the video cameras we would have no voice
George Floyd, hit the deck, landed like a fish out of water as he gasped for air
I can’t breathe came the cry
He struggled for almost nine minutes
He fought hard for his life  
Then no more wriggling, he was still 
The fight for him was over
Yet he who kneeled on top, never let up his hold
They call themselves ‘The Law’
To serve and protect
Who?
Lawless people run our counties
Our struggle is real 


The Windrush… 
They were in a rush to get us here
Enoch went out and begged
The mother country, needs you, was his plea
To do the jobs they believed they were far too superior to carry out
To build up the economy
For us to come up against, such hatred, demoralization, racism…
To be treated worse than dogs, at that time


The Holocaust is remembered and all those lives that were lost
Yet nothing for us has ever been recognized 
We don’t get to mourn or remember our own 
We are still slaves but with invisible chains
We are hated without a cause
By everybody and every nation
Our struggle is real


Bigotry – one rule for them and another for us
Rivers of blood will continue to flow
As the hatred has being going on for decades
Anger, fear, resentment, discrimination and injustice
All because of the shade of our skin
You fear us, yet we are not revengeful people


So much for Great Britain or the United Kingdon
As it’s neither Great nor United
No, it was never great in the first place
You had nothing to start with
You stole the wealth that you have today
England became great because of the slave trade
It is built off of our backs
You need to stand up and acknowledge 
The wrong you have committed against us
Our struggle continues

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