I pack my bag with water, face masks, and snacks
I tell my mother goodbye, hopefully not for the last time
Scared that it very well may be the last time
We start at 161 st near Yankee Stadium
The field across the street is where I used to play soccer in middle school
That\’s when George Zimmerman killed Trayvon Martin
Today the crowd wore T-Shirts with George Floyd and Breonna Taylor
I scream \”No Justice, No Peace\” for we have known neither
Nothing has changed
We marched across the bridge towards Harlem
NYPD looked on as if this was a joke
Like some children throwing a tantrum
They swung their batons and rested their hands on their rifles
In case my Black skin posed a threat
We walked down Malcolm X Boulevard
and MLK Boulevard, and Adam Clayton Powell Boulevard
Leaders who led marches through these streets some odd 60 years ago
I wonder if they would be proud of us
or just immensely sad
Sad that their sons and daughters must only know the struggle
That the better future they hoped to build is still just beyond reach
But as they did, I see the light at the end of the tunnel
So I march on and scream
I scream at the buildings, at the people in them
I scream at the police, at their guns, and their handcuffs
I scream at the government and the powers that be
I scream because it has been silent for far too long
I scream because Sandra Bland can\’t
Because Tamir Rice can\’t
Because so many lives can\’t anymore
Before long, we end up walking 10 miles
I do not even notice the pain in my feet
Or how hoarse my voice is getting
But I march on and scream
I march on
And scream