As It Comes….I Will Remain … Schanntel

We will never win in a world that was never built for us. A war not rooted in justice or truth — but in what we lack. Inside. Outside.

They say there’s more than one way to skin a cat. Right?

In this world, they’ve skinned us more times than we can count. And still, the masses fall in line. No matter what they do or say, we see them as power — something to aspire to, to be accepted by.

But why?

Is it fear? Fear of being beaten? Killed? What’s new under the sun?

I never understood why we can’t all see the truth — the house burning at the end of the road, while a line of people waits for their turn inside.

Don’t you see it? The flames? Don’t you hear the screams? Don’t you feel the pain?

What beauty lives here? What love can truly grow from this soil?

Be honest. Tell me the truth and only the truth: this is your paradise, but it is my hell. So why should I pretend to be happy?

Happy to watch Black men, women, and children be taken — burned, hung, raped, battered, broken, torn apart, used as alligator bait.

What is there to love?

The glitz? The glamour? The idol worship of celebrities dancing with demons?

Tell me what it is you don’t see.
As for me — I’ve seen enough. Heard enough.
And I want no part of it.