Monica Mosley,
Richmond, VA
My skin is a deadly weapon
No matter the shade shape or form
A constant reminder
To stay still in the storm
Generations of ancestors
Fighting for a fair chance
Given a seat at the table
If they promise not to take a stance
Inside voice speak quietly
Smile when you talk
So its not perceived violently
Tread lightly when you walk
Move slow, no sudden moves
Don’t give them a reason to react
My skin is a deadly weapon
Only because its black…
