A Run on for Sabrina Fulton and Other Mothers When a T-Shirt Is Not Enough Lyrics

A run on for Sabrina Fulton and

Other mothers when a t-shirt is not enough

Sabrina Fulton cannot carry her grief to the white

Woman at the phone company and explain that a man

Killed her son and got away with it.

Because who cares about Black boys anyway? And even

Though the story is no longer on the news, his picture is

Still on the coffee table next to the Bible and the Vogue

Mags and bills

And is it possible to get an extension on the mortgage

And car payments because sleeping on the couch for a

Month straight and going nowhere fast shouldn't cost as

Much anyway right

But who understands this except someone who has

Tasted thorns for breakfast because the doctor said eat

Something and take something and try to get some sleep

But who can sleep and think straight when every time

Eyes close, floating Arizona tea cans grow monster ears

And who can go outside and see teenagers wearing

Shirts that say they remember and they will never forget

Who can form sentences and why are mothers

Supposed to be this strong and pray this hard about

Black boys and girls who are supposed to come home

Every night and not be shot down and killed

Our Black boys. Our Black girls. And where are our

Girls' faces on shirts? And why are shirts so necessary

And dead babies are not fashion

Our children are supposed to live and not die. And this

Was not God's plan. Not all this. What God would plan

This? What God would need an angel so badly it would

Have to take ours? How could anyone need a writing

Prompt when there are babies' lives to save and streets

To walk down, teachers to meet with and drug dealers

To cuss out and hair to braid and womens' bodies

Found dead in Atlanta

And are white boys and girls needed in heaven too