Does my blood foretell demise?
From my proper self to shared
Traits that portray us the same
Though our blood is so varying.

Does my blood foretell demise?
When I bleed the same red
Anyone else does, though it is thick
In all the poison from venomous names.

Does my blood foretell demise?
As it is dealt with, as a disease,
Using dirty little rags as gloves
That are valued so much more.

Does my blood foretell demise?
Before anyone can understand
All that yields remains none,
Whose blood goes ignored.

Does my blood foretell demise?
After such struggles so brutal,
When the time of day and night
Seems to fade in all the nightmares.

Does my blood foretell demise?
No, it never has and it never shall
My blood is rightfully without its curse
So given and always repeated by the hateful words.

Does my blood foretell demise?
Yes, there lies a truth of demise
Always tragic, a misfortune road,
Full and credited to the “natives.”

Does my blood foretell demise?
My blood yells of tales of struggle
For a life of humble living, Life,
A better living for my blood

That never foretold demise.