let me tell you my thoughts that you didn't ask for,
because when the black man speaks on his truth,
White people are always the victim, "been through more",
they nervously look around the room and laugh,
don't know how to deal with the privilege that reeks from their mouth,
that reeks from my own mouth.
i admit I have it easy,
I will make it to college
but I refuse to let myself get sleazy,
I won't take everything I've ever had for granted,
Because i know there are those that are grateful to even make it home at night,
Grateful because when a black man minds his business he still MIGHT,
Get shot by the police for walking down the street,
that's a big might.
he MIGHT also get arrested for being the right color and the wrong face,
being there at the wrong time, wrong place,
Because they need someone, any one of the black race to fill the space of the bad man in the tale.
The justice system doesn't care if your not part of the crime scene,
They're not here to protect you and enforce the law like they are said to be,
They are here to make you feel vulnerable, make you KNOW you've been seen,
yes sir, no sir, yes masta, no masta,
it's all the same really,
and it is so terrifying my own love has this feeling,
if I do something wrong he will get the blame,
His mugshots on the news with a new infamous name,
I will never understand the pain,
but I do my best to be a better person, Stay out of this 'race game' the rest of the world is playing.
YOU ARE READING
•honeypot thoughts• a book of poems
Poetryall the poems ive written compiled together. thanks for reading if you do <3 I appreciate any feedback, compliments or critiques! My art is inspired by life in and of itself. I try to create pieces based off of anything that touches me persona...
