((ROMEO IN MEDIA))
Romeo POV
UGH Man its to much going on right now like damn man. I put my ear buds in while I sit in class waiting on the teacher to start talking. My phone goes off and its an Imessage from Channing. What the fuck do she want. I'm not in the mood for no bullshit right now. I click on the message and it reads:
Messages
Channing: Romeo meet me in the bathroom downstairs where the weight room. After first period. Its important!
Romeo: Why? I got stuff to do.
Channing: Its important. Just come please. All I need is a few minutes.
Romeo: Alright. I'll be there but you got to make it quick.
Channing: Thank you so much Romeo
Romeo: Okay
I wonder what she want. It don't need to be on some stupid shit because she will get cursed the fuck out real quick but it must be important because she never tells me or anyone to meet her in the weigh room for anything. My thought process gets thrown off when someone next to me touches me and tell me that its my turn to present my lit project .
"Ms. Johnson can you please present your project for the class?" said Mr. Brooks "Umm Sure let me get it out my bag." I say grabbing my bag off the floor and grabbing my journal from the front pocket. "Just come to the front when you are ready, Okay?" he said leaning back in his chair. "I'm ready but is it okay if I have a few minor curse words in my poem?" I say making my way to the front of the class. "Yeah that's fine some of the best writers use cursing to get the point across." he said smiling. "Okay, thanks " I say. " You may start when you are ready."
Speaking Truth pt.2 (Written by yours truly)
Currently obsessing and stressing about my blessing. Committing sweet sins, we ain't married but we still undressing. Guessing since I love God, I'll still make it to heaven. Hoping in eternal peace is where my soul is going to be resting but I can't learn life lessons if i forget the shit after one second .
Always cautiously stepping because my brown skin is a lethal weapon. Just a young black adolescent with questions about the past, future, and this we called the present. Can't walk around with a bag of skittles because I'm scared I might get gun down with the same gun that Trayvon got shot with.
The law don't protect us, We protect us. How can we see 'better' days. When the white man taking us away. Its just no such thing as justice for all, Well at least no for me and my kind. Justifying it for them is just killing us. Cluster of homicides are just balled up and thrown in the trash and they act like they never existed. Now that's what you call a cold case.
Past scars are just resurfacing for the present to see but I'm hoping, praying, wishing. The future will not see but not be blind to our struggles and history. they say forgive but never forget but how can we forgive when they keep doing the same shit. They say our crimes are unlawful but it was only out of self defense.
Even though I'm innocent I'm always proven guilty by a system that wasn't made for me and my 'kind'. In this world its no such thing as innocent until proven guilty. I'm already guilty before I'm proven guilty.
I rather be the next hashtag and die with my pride and dignity before I summit to the charges falsely thrown at me. Just to cover another "mans" lie who wouldn't lay their life on the line for me to have my natural rights. I'm just another suspect in their eyes. Hell I'm just a Ignorant, disrespectful, thieving, irrational nigga. I been told that so much I just started to believe it.
