Writer calls for the end of racism against Black people.
Enough is enough, when we have come this far, still bandaging the wounds of our ancestor’s scars.
Enough is enough when we have come this far, not wearing military gear, yet still at war.
Enough is enough, when we have come this far, yet everyone thinks our race is bizarre.
Enough is enough, when we have come this far, when our wives were good enough to take and assault in the light, as well as the dark.
Enough is enough, when we have come this far, you sold me and my family, pennies on the dollar, just to rip us apart.
Enough is enough when we have come this far, yet we are still hearing the same tone, of a warped guitar.
Enough is enough when we have come this far, yet to you, we are still below par.
Enough is enough, when we have come this far, why must we continue changing our Avatar.
Enough is enough, when we have come this far, yet we cannot grasp the fairytale who wished upon a Star.
Enough is enough, when we have come this far, hands up or hands down, we are still shot just because.
Enough is enough, when we have come this far, yet my kids cannot dream to grow and be a superstar.
Enough is enough, when we have come this far, yet I cannot be trusted enough to share a cigar.
Enough is enough, when we have come this far, yet our lives still do not matter, even though my mom’s mom, stirred and cooked your batter.
Enough is enough, when we have come this far, yet our lives still do not matter, you did not risk it, you made us climb those ladders.
Enough is enough, when we have come this far, yet our lives still do not matter, even in the latter.
Enough is enough, when we have come this far, yet our lives still do not matter, yet the white house that was built with our blood, sweat and tears, sits a man with evil spattered.
Enough is enough when we have come this far, still crying in agony, the tears of 400 years, the hate that you continue to scatter.
Enough is enough when we have come this far, yet our lives still do not matter, we are living in shambles, not at all flattering.
Enough is enough, when we have come this far, while our children sleep, we are harassed, choked, shot, and possibly killed by narcissistic creeps.
Enough is enough when we have come this far, while my pain is so deep, you smile and praise the moment I weep.
Enough is enough, when we have come this far, I can contest, that my son was born with a warrant for his arrest.
Enough is enough, when we have come this far, I can contest, milk dripped into your ungrateful wretch, while lying on my ancestors’ chest.
Enough is enough, when we have come this far, my son cannot buy candy at a corner store, he may die by an aggressive pest.
Enough is enough when we have come this far, with claims of a comb, a phone, or a finger resembling a gun, a reason to kill, perhaps to impress.
Enough is Enough, those days will come, where you will have no choice, but to confess.
Written by, Karen Rice 6/7/2020. Karen currently lives Houston, Texas.
