I am black and beautiful, O daughters of Jerusalem, Song of Songs 1:5
He is black and he is unarmed,
O children of America.
He is black and vulnerable.
He is black and does not receive justice.
They are black and disenfranchised.
They are black, and the marches and sit-ins
and the dyings for civil rights
are turned back,
as if the fifty years since “Let Freedom Ring”
were a jubilee never to come.
Anyone is black and profiled.
Anyone has tats, wears a hoodie,
is too young, is walking down the street
from the candy store
rather than riding in a car.
Anyone like that is profiled.
So let the memory of Trayvon
be a seal upon our hearts.
Let a commitment to voting rights
be a seal upon our arms.
For the love of brothers and sisters
is stronger than death,
passion for justice is fiercer than the grave.
and the flashing memory
of the united community of black and white
is untamed still.
Many courtrooms cannot quench hope,
nor new intolerance drown it.
All the wealth offered to buy justice
will be scorned,
will be utterly scorned.
(also Song of Songs 8:6-7)