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When is our voice going to be heard

         Zulkiflou Soumailou, Brooklyn International High School

            I might have been born in    when mama sends me to the store
      this country but I really don’t think   and I’m wearing a hoodie. She prays
      I would stand on their side. Pleasing   to God for me to make it back home
      a country that separates people for   alive. Why do we have to go through
      the color of their skin . . . no I’m not   this. Is this really the United States
      included in that. You could be white,  that people all around the world hope
      Black, Hispanic or whatever why does   to be in one day, to make it in, no this
      it matters. Peoples always be fighting,  gotta be a mistake. Or should it be re-
      protesting and crying . . . is that not   named as United Slaves because you
      enough for you to feel sorry and stop   guys will never stop treating us like
      hurting us. Or maybe is just that you   dirt all around your room. Sweeping
      don’t want to see around you. Huh   us like we some left over rice that fell
      now pause a sec. Is this country ac-  on the floor, no never mind rice is
      tually yours because I think you stole   white I guess you would pick that up
      the land from the Native Americans   and put it in your plate. Such a disap-
      by force. Bringing us here to work   pointment, such disgrace. I think we
       for you as slaves putting us in chains   are fighting and fighting but when
      and beating us till we change. We are   is our voice really going to be heard.
      fighting and won’t stop fighting until   Black lives will always matter.
      changes are made. I’m not the only
      one who is feeling his pain of being
      shot or having someone’s knee on me
      where I can no longer breath. How
      could you. Please explain to me how
      could  you really  do such  thing  to a
      human being, held down like noth-
      ing. What kind of heart do you have.
      Do  you  know  how it feels  to  go  out-
      side and all around our apartments
      is just a bunch of cop cars circulating
      around us like we are some sort of
      prisoners locked in jail. Do you know
      how it feels to be followed in stores
      as if I can’t afford the things I went to
      purchase. Do you know how it feels


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