it has been laid upon us
a shroud of concrete

thicker than our senses can ascertain
heavier than our bodies can withstand

we succumb or resist
some chip away at the seemingly insurmountable obstacle … a few break through the cracks to bloom and flourish despite the conditions
others seem immune to the spell, able to merely navigate around it

to specifically targeted groups of black and brown, chains whips and nooses have been [and continue to be] applied to ensure there will be no escape from the suffocation. but trueness cannot be refused or denied … sooner or later, the roots will break through and the seeds will fruit