don't tell me life has many opportunities if I'll only get to to see them behind the mirror of a jail cell through the mouth of my white friend.
falsely accused, misjudged and bruised.
is this really the land of the free?
and if so, why do I have to walk cautiously when a police officer is to the left of me?
leg to my neck or bullet to the chest, either way I can't breathe , I can't breathe , I can't breathe.
just another tragedy
just another statistic to hide in your pocket, to mask my death as just another causality, not a case of a police brutality.
i am broken and angry and you tell me to go back to my country if i don't feel comfortable, forgetting my country made this country your asking me to leave
my melanin drips in the gold you stole
and i will never remain silent until there is justice.
i will never give up until systematic racism ceases to breathe, i will never stop standing my guard even though you shake it time and time again
i want justice for all the fallen black lives including Shukri abdi & Christopher kapessa.
