Kneel

The knee on your neck.The knee on the ground.The knee bending where hate can be found.Almost every black knee, has red American blood that was shed on a battlefieldfor freedom.Buried in a shallow grave and covered up. That dream never faded, A freedom to protest with a fist in the air, A freedom to protest through the streets, A freedom to speak your mind, rather through nonverbal expressionsOr spitting hip hop beats.A knee on your neck, to silence you.To shut you up.To serve the food, and to be seen and not heard.I am not a servant, I am not a slave, I am somebody my ancestors fought hardfor me to have my rights TODAY!That is not my future, because I am Young, Gifted and Black.I am proud of who I amand nothing will hold me back. I will kneel, and I will protest, not because I am black or white, not because I hate the flag, but because I believe in the dream of America.The America...where one can kneel not on a neck, but in pe