Nicole Johnson

We’ve waited for the day for the world to know that we are free.

For the people to see that we are not your property.

Bags of seed to beat and bloody.

We’ve raised our children to obey you.

So they grow old enough to educate themselves too

We’ve been told we can’t kneel.

We can’t march peacefully

We’ve rioted in the streets and burned down cities.

I’ve dreamt of the day the lord shun his light upon the world

They too shall see.

At last, we can breathe.