I sit silent; the only noise uttered coming from my frustration laden breath
How can I repress the feelings of another death;
Another black body slain in our midst
The tears well up in my eyes; but my pride won’t let them fall
I swallow the hot coal in my throat and push on
Just another day being black
How can anybody fathom our pain?
We are killed everyday.
Another black body. Another black man. Another black child. Another black friend.
Another lost child.
I sit and the pain oozes from every stroke of my pen.
We really out here dying man, how can I pretend….
That this shit isn’t killing me.
That this burden isn’t heavy on my shoulders.
I turn on my television and quickly turn it off.
How can the value of my life be political?
How can a person my color being killed be a joke?
We form communities for ourselves; they burn them down.
We form groups to protect ourselves. We’re labeled terrorist.
We call them out and speak truth. They assassinate us.
We turn the other cheek and march for freedom. They assassinate us.
We protest on a bus. They arrest us.
We raise our hands to comply. They kill us.
We scream we can’t breathe. The squeeze harder. And still kill us.
We wear a hoodie in the dark. They kill us.
We scream out with fear wrapped in the instinct to survive. They kill us.
We fight back. They kill us.
We protest. They imprison us.
We rise up and speak. They blackball and take away our right to work.
What the hell can we do to survive!!!!!
How can I be happy in my black skin?
You want me to be distracted with social media, with bullshit rap, with celebrities whose lives don’t affect me?
I’M PISSED. My blood boils, with clenched fist, I pound and pound against the pavement.
STOP KILLING US.
We deserve to live.