They wear blue and black
Painted smiles on their face ready to enforce peace -
Yet they walk around with guns on their belt
Ready to kill at any moment
They walk with blood on their hands
Shooting us like a hunting game bragged about
The public watches yet nothing is done
Leaving families in ruins,
Relationships broken,
And dreams unfinished
Don’t you ever wonder
if this might be the last time-
The last time we see an innocent shot
Whether it be a 12 year old boy or a 43 year old man
The last time we see a cop get away with murder
The very last time that we see another black body thrown away
As if it was just another death
A death that would not mean anything in the next month
Or is this just an addition to the ongoing list
I am a daughter of a tale spoken far and wide
There are stories about my ancestors
Their work, their culture, their history
A sad tale told at dinner tables
Tales told before going to bed
Tales that involved those who had to listen in silence
Tales that involved anger brewing beneath with a hint of sadness and fear
Tales that involved being scared of the color of our skin
A talk that set us aside from every other race
“If you are stopped, Don't talk back
Do what they say
Because if you don't,
It could mean your life.”
About the Creator
Ade A
Small town African with big dreams
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