Black Lives Matter
A Poem Diametrically Opposing ‘All Lives Matter’
All. Lives. Matter.
Really? Because you’re genuinely scared of the police
Because you can do everything right, and still get shot
Whether you’re lying on your back, or handcuffed, on your knees.
Because you’re perpetually shaking whenever you get around law enforcement
For the simple fact that you can lose your life, should you display the wrong comportment
Oh yeah, black people, we make it worse because we’re always angry, cause we live in the hood, and cause we have B.E.T.
Have you ever considered that’s because everything else we see is white?
What’re you doing? Do you even think about what you’re sayin’?
Because I find it a little bit strange that I can turn on my television to see that Everybody Hates Chris and Everyone Loves Raymond.
Everybody wants to be black until it becomes time to be black
They braid the hair, wear the clothes, and even memorize the raps
But the second things go south, they have the luxury of pulling back
Me? Unfortunately, I can’t do that
I’m stuck in this skin
I get whipped by my parents just so that I don’t get whipped by him.
Him being the man, the man that’s always dressed in blue.
Because I can be as smart as I want, so long as he has that badge, he has the green light to shoot.
Let me tell you a story. I’m driving in a friend’s neighborhood when we get pulled over
The officer runs up to the car, “do you have any weapons on you, are there drugs in the vehicle, do you have a warrant for your arrest” that ENTIRE TIME, the man had his hand on his GUN.
I’m stuttering and can barely speak but when my 6foot blonde hair blue eyed Jewish brother tells him than we were just coming from a funeral, he removes his hand from his fire arm and says “okay you guys have a good one.”
I still believe to this day that if he wasn’t in the car, that I wouldn’t be here.
So don’t say that I’m overreacting just because you I have to live in fear
Slavery was abolished, segregation is no more, yet it is still an arduous effort to be black
Even when the foundation of this very country was built off of my people's back.
So, tell me, how would you feel if your history was all about being abused, bruised and battered.
To be completely honest with you, I really don’t care about your opinion. Just know that BLACK LIVES MATTER.
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