did eric garner pose a threat
while shouting i can't breathe?
did trayvon martin scare you
with those skittles in his hand?
did aiyana stanley-jones frighten you
with that toothless grin and barrettes?
do i, myself, pose a threat?
does your shiny badge and
black bat give you the power
you never had?
does the death of the innocent
make you feel better and glad
that there is less of us and more of you?
should we walk with our hands up
or bound behind our backs
for you to stop this attack?
should we cover our mouths
with our hands or duct tape
so you can not hear the curses
and pain, the brutality that escapes
them like blood from
our wounds?
why does the gun in your hand
control the lives of us,
why do you get to play God
and toy with us?
why is it that you pick and choose
who dies in this awful game
because of the gun on your waist,
because of your badge and your name?
why did all those boys and girls
have to die?
why did you give my community more
reasons to curl up and cry?
why did we break from chains
to fall into your handcuffs,
unrightfully bound by your blinding hate?
why did we escape those whips
for you to empty your clips
in us like the dummies in your
practice range?
why do you suddenly sit
in a throne above us,
glimmering in the blood
of those you killed
(God, all those people you killed)
because of your badge?
who gave you the right to kill us?
who gave you the right?
who gave you the right?
who gave you the right?
when you shoot one,
you shoot us all, so
with bullets in my chest,
and lead lodged so deep,
i ask,
why us, why me?
YOU ARE READING
The Mind of a Black Girl
Puisi"The black girl who will embody you all through my small voice that will soon become powerful." ~~~ i have a lot to say and it's on these pages.
