I am a man wanting to live, I am person with children looking for me to give them life, I am one of billions that are trying to survive and live even in these times of uncertainty, All I strive for is to achieve a much better life, But I have to live with the fear that I may die one night while I drive, I can't stand to see the tears in my mother's eyes, While my children ask why must they see our skin to be denied, But I refuse to become another statistic and know this I am truly being realistic, Because it is way past time that we have all these witnesses to a dark way of law enforcement living. Peace and blessings to all those who have passed at the hands of those who are to protect us.
By, Khalil R. Huff
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I Rode My Brother Like A Buffalo But I Don't Care
I remember it like it was yesterday. Ten-year-old me in the shopping centre with my mother and my brother. He was older and fatter than I was which made my idea, at this time, even better. Mother was perusing a local merchants shop and had left us unattended. I was leaning over the balcony of the top level of the shopping centre not far from her, looking down upon the people on the ground floor constantly dilly dallying about like ants whose line had been disrupted by a falling leaf. Once I had become bored of the state of capitalism I turned away from the balcony, and I saw him. There he was: my older, fatter brother; standing in the dead centre of a walkway. Looking around like a wild buffalo on the American frontier who had lost his heard but not so much bothered by it at all. Truly a site to behold. This is what the first settlers in America must have felt like upon seeing this symbolic living entity for the first time.
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