Injustice

Rage

In honor of the deaths of Phillando Castille, Alton Sterling, Tamir Rice and so many others, I wrote this. The pain is very real. And yes I cried while wrote and read this. 

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Gunshots

Different stories

Same plots

My stomach's in knots

It's happened again

More brothers are dead my friend

And they defend these wrongful actions

They get some sort of sick satisfaction

At jumping to defend what is wrong

And we're still singing the same old song

TELL me how long must this sickening encore go on?

Can't find my humanity in the mirror it's full of cracks

Can't even reaffirm it when I look at the facts.

Threatened with a gun. Police responded.

Found a man selling CD's

To him some people were bonded.

Yeah he had a gun. He never reached for it let alone took it out.

So what was the tackling and hollering about?

They tazed the man that didn't go well.

All of a sudden they started raising hell

About this gun

And so they took it from him.

Done?

No that's never how it goes.

The authority figure we are supposed to admire

To protect we the people with a passionate fire

Mercilessly shot this man 6 times in the chest.

But I'm far from done. Listen to the rest.

He shot twice. And then paused. Why?

Was there some sort of interference caused?

NO. He paused and then shot 4 MORE TIMES.

I'm calling that murder on the dime.

That is the difference between self defense

And murder under the ridiculous pretense of justice.

Why must this be tolerated?

My rage will not be sated

Until these people are held accountable.

The evidence of unequal treatment is bountiful.

From these ridiculous stop and frisk policies

To the random pullovers

And mind boggling anomolies

Of random people calling the cops about

Strange people in their predominantly white neighborhood

When the only thing they're guilty of is dark skin and wearing a hood.

The sadism you apologists portray is sickening

And I must continue even with my eyes glistening.

The idea that the slightest disrespect towards a cop

Is a warrant for our death? Enough to get shot?

When your entitled teens can drunkenly punch cops in the face

But get a ride home and wake up in a cozy little safe space?

White man shoots a deputy and is safely taken into custody

They shoot and kill a respectful black man who only owned a gun in an open carry state

And people are looking for reasons to justify that having been his fate.

I'm sick and tired of hearing "oh criminal background they deserved it."

Tell me switch those blacks for whites would those bullets have still been worth it?

Why can Dylan Roof murder us get fast food and smile like everything's alright

While any unarmed slightly peeved black man is a target on sight.

There is a problem that is not being acknowledged

And young lives being ended before they've even thought about college.

And you can still sit there and ask why we have so much rage?

You can safely turn the page to the next chapter of your lives

While we fear for the ends of our sons, daughters, and wives.

Yes you heard that right because none of us are safe.

They beat up a pregnant woman and called her a bitch.

Shot a little boy and let him bleed in the ditch.

Are you safe at home? No you're better off dead.

They burst into that little girl's home and shot her in the head.

And those of us left behind can only grieve their deaths

Our experiences, us being brushed aside as bothersome little pests.

And as nothing is done we try to comfort each other and wonder who's next.

Yes I am angry. I am filled with rage I burn hotter than a supernova.

I want better for us. I want to be able to bring a black boy into this world

Without fear he will be killed for his skin

I want every little black girl to know she's beautiful outside and in.

I want our culture to be celebrated and credit given to whom it's due.

These wishes are so powerful they practically tear me in two.

This rage is emotionally draining, gives my health a hefty fine

So much so I had stop writing to breathe more than 8 times.

And even with such emotional exploit y'all still can't understand why I have so much rage.

You can cry for me. You can get angry at me. You can try to silence me good luck. Hell you can even pray.

But as long as my people are seen as less than human. This festering boiling all consuming fire inside me will never go away.