My sister asked what I was watching on youtube the other night,
And I answered that I was listening to someone sing.
It was the National Anthem in a minor key.
And yeah, that was true, but I didn't tell her
That I was listening to it to memorize it
And ingrain every ounce of pain into it.
To memorize every note and every perfect harmony
And synchronize it with the name "Michael Brown" on every beat.
To match every picture of tear gassed people,
And every story of an injured protester.
To synchronize it with every lie the police ever told,
And every false story of the media.
I wanted to make it pulse in time with my anger
And swallow my sorrow whole.
Because how could they put 9 white people in a jury of 12,
And how could they choose a persecutor that helped raise
$432,000 for the very person they have to persecute?
How could they put a supporter of Darren Wilson
On the job on indicting him?
I'm shaking with anger and it spills over into depression
Because how could I have told my siste