They taught us that sticks and stones may break your bones, but words just hurt your feelings.
What they forgot to teach us, is that your skin color will make you prone, to those sticks and stones, those whips and moans of, “get off of my neck, your breaking my bones…my….
Breathe.
My girls, my boys, my beautiful, dark complexion… pure souls… don’t get off of your throne.
Adjust your crowns, They want to break you down, till your nothing but dust.
But from the ashes rises the phoenix, we won’t ever let you go alone.
Your body might have left this world, but your soul, forever lives on within us.
Rest in Power 
