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our hearts are full of

care for the dark skin

kids who want to be free and

are certain God comes down

from the lynching tree. if only

you knew the thousands of

stories giving you a reason to

see, to live without lament, and

never smell the rotting wood

that chokes life from us? if only

you knew these bleeding hands, the

sick pouring from our knotted throats,

our bodies trampled by indefensible

hate? if only you knew this bitter

bread, the longing in our flattened

bones, the kneeling with bowed

heads at the altars where we weep

long prayers rising to heaven for

our young dead? if only you looked for

the bright star unveiling the terrifying

hoods worn by those dancing round

hanging trees? then, you would walk

the streets with us refusing a world

bursting with hate for dark skin!