We did this.
Do you feel it too?
The weight in your ches t Like gravity decided you owe it something?
They blare headlines like battle cries -
Another war, another storm , Another reason to stop listening.
Do you feel it too?
The wind in still moments,
When the world presses her grief into your skin
And whispers,
"You were supposed to take care of me "
Do you feel it too?
The fire they lit in your lungs
Just to watch you breath smoke.
We turn skin into slurs,
Bodies into targets,
And love into something to hate.
Do you feel it too?
The silence after the shots ring out,
When the echoes last longer than the lives they ended?
We clutch our thoughts and prayers
Like they'll patch the holes in hearts
That no longer beat
Do you feel it too?
The shame of calling this progress,
When progress still looks like a closet,
A crime scene,
A coffin.
When love still needs and alibi,
And being yourself
Means being hunted.
Do you feel it too?
The way we teach fear instead of respect—
“Don’t wear that.”
“Don’t walk there.”
“Don’t drink that."
“Don’t trust them.”
As if the blame belongs to the one who couldn’t run fast enough
Do you feel it too?
The break in her voice when she whispers
"I can't afford it"
Clutching a bill in one hand
And her son's hand in the other
Counting pills
Because there's not enough for both the rent
And the cure.
We did this.
Do you feel it?
We built this.
Do you feel it?
Brick by brick.
Dollar by dollar.
Hate by hate.
We lit the match,
Then blamed the fire.
We drew the lines,
Then hate the crossing.
We chose silence,
Then called it peace.
Do you feel it?