Hands to my head. Tears hitting the pillow on my bed. My words become silent as my thoughts run wilder. I feel like I have been hit; not with a bullet, but with missed justice. I scream ENOUGH and ENOUGH is never enough for the ones who now I mistrust.
NUMB, CONFUSED, SCARED, AND UNSURE that next it might be me with a hashtag and underscore. I thought I would be done observing me faced down dead from the hot bullet of the gun as a bleed to the ground.
I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I don’t want to see those images anymore. I want these unnecessary acts to stop. I want justice to be restored.
I have had ENOUGH.
I have been told as a child that men are supposed to be tough and walk with a confidence that is unshakable and unforgiving. Now that same confidence is the reason I have to stand with my hands up and frighteningly confident how this might end up.
Bang…Bang…Bang….there goes my life
Bang…Bang…Bang….my final thoughts are “why have I been shot”.
Bang…Bang…Bang….I obeyed your commands
Bang…Bang…Bang…I now lay cold….. (dead).
Tired and angry that I have to witness this again. Again and again I yelled AGAIN.
When will justice be for the just? The ones who roam this world regardless of skin color. One who injured many is treated with humanity. Pushed out on a gurney after round spilled out his hand, but I’m profiled for be BLACK; BLACK the color of the unfree. It’s our Black skin that keeps you in fear of me.
BANG…This scene looks and sounds familiar. Families crying while the tear gas is flying. Why are we at war with the ones who always want to settle the score? Why does my life and body mean nothing to those who cease to fire? Firing rounds of bullets that create my fall. My fall of being a MAN, Black and posture tall. Instead of standing now I too often crawl. Becoming weak and frail like they want us all and begging and pleading “JUSTICE FOR ALL”.
You see I’m frustrated and tired of hearing they were in immediate danger, but yet we are the ones becoming endangered. I’m over writing about #BlackLivesMatter, but until this sickness stops I won’t dare silence my chatter. Our communities are dying while politicians are lying. I guess they now will believe that we are a people in need and who still continue to be uninspired.
My hands are UP……as they grill me
My hands are UP….. God please protect me
My hands are UP…..I stand surrounded
My hands are UP….Why are they acting in violence
My hands are UP…..Selling music doesn’t equal my soul
My hands are UP……I’m on the job please calm down your patrol
My hands are UP…..I have no weapon don’t you see
My hands are UP….said to many brothers who look like me
My hands are UP.…will it be me.
My hands are UP….All we ever wanted was to be FREE.
ENOUGH……one more is one too many….BANG, BANG, BANG….. Who will be the next Black Man that #_________________ will stand for….ENOUGH.
Mood: TORN AND DEFEATED
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