Poetry Readings

"Let Me Rot"

I was gunned down by cops, just because of an op. I was a normal person walking home, then all I heard was a pop. I saw who did it, and knew it was a cop.
I don't know why but it came out of the blue. Glad it wasn't my friends, sis, or brother too.
I was a girl that he had barely knew, but I was also black, he must've thought I was apart of some crew. I wonder if he woke up and knew this was a life he would rew. For some reason, this experience barely felt new.
There are alot of black kids dying, but it's hard for others to see. But not for my black people, not my community. I bet on anything, it's hard to believe it's me. I don't do anything, I'm just plain, old me.
I was laying on the ground, bleeding to death. I couldn't move, but I was breathing and trying my best. The cops just left me there, in pain not even choosing to put me to rest.
My body was so still and my arms felt like they were in knots. I was gone, I was gone and my body started to rot. The people were on their phones and some were crying, some calmed down and some couldn't stop.
I was left there for, maybe, a day. As time passed, my body started to decay.
The paramedics were here, right next to my shot. I tried to scream, "NO! LET ME ROT".

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