I wrote this poem for a boom called Dear Martin. Which is the picture. It's about a boy named Justice McAllister who lives in a neighborhood surrounded by police brutality.
I don't know whether to speak or be silent
But either way it feels like a gun being pointed at me
There are words engraved in my skin and tryst me when I say
It is not ink
Being black automatically means the words SHOOT HERE
Are engraved on my forehead
What if I am the next one to be tuned down for being innocent
If breathing is punishable by death
I don't want to know what happens to the people who break the law
They use black teenagers as an example of what not to do
But no one is making an example out 9f the people who shot them
I'm conflicted
Why should I speak
When no one who needs to hear it listens
I know you get this
You know how it feels to have your wrist locked
Heart stopped
And freedom snatched away like a purse on a subway
You know what it feels like to not have sunlight on a rainy day
So please
I'm begging you!
Tell me what to do
With love,
Black Rose to Justyce McAllister
YOU ARE READING
Mindless Emotion
Poesía"Can you remember who you were before the world told you who you should be?" -Unknown
