Written by C Hues
April 13, 2024
One day, maybe we won’t be hunted
One day, we won’t want to feel wanted
One day, we’ll see the beauty in Black
One day, we won’t be placed in the back
One day, we won’t have to keep dreaming
Or one day, maybe we’ll stop dreaming
One day, perhaps we’ll move past paradise
Or one day, we’ll bet it all on a pair a’ dice
One day, we won’t have to run
One day, we won’t see a setting sun
One day, we will be free from each white supremacist cousin
One day, our bodies will not be theirs to bludgeon
One day, we’ll have no way to make another poor
One day, we won’t have to say “One Day” anymore…