In Remembrance of Sandra Bland
It makes no difference if you’re rich or poor
Or if you’re smart or dumb.
A woman’s place in this old world
Is under some man’s thumb,
And if you’re born a woman
You’re born to be hurt.
You’re born to be stepped on,
Lied to,
Cheated on,
And treated like dirt.
I say you can’t not be bothered by a square of light!
She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, she persisted.