seeing death
leaves me shaking
i want to vomit
god its scarringwhy did you shoot him
you had him on the ground
tasers don't kill
guns dohe was putting his legal concealed carry down
just as you said
but you shot him
and pointed the gun at his friendshe was selling flowers
yet you tried to rip them from her
she held on
you threw her to the groundyou shot him over and over
even as his body fell to the concrete
for what
in the middle of a parking lotyou drug her out
by her hair
as her kids cried in the back seat
what kind of law are youthe day where cops
dont pull out their gun
at the slightest inconvenience
is the day ill stop wanting to vomitthis world is sick
the ones who claim to want to help us
are shooting our brothers and sisters
just because theyre not white
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The Night Talks • Vents
PoetryDisgusting and disturbing thoughts turned into try-hard poetry.