When everyone wept, my face remained
bare.
People in shock, still in pain
Grieving the child that was lost that day.
A numb state of mind
Beats the agonizing pain.
To me the day was ordinary,
it was all the same
Insanity running vulgar
with not one person to blame.
But, might I ask...
What do you see when you look at me ?
Nappy? Ignorant ?
Ghetto ? a Gangster ?
an Enemy ?— Reckless ?!
Im a nigg—
Back, BOP! Back, BOP!
Head, SHOT! Back, BOP!
He got SHOT—
We a target ?
You got us by a string
and never let go.
And inch us on so we won’t feel the string
As if we’re free
Get too comfortable, so you snatch us back.
Take back control.
So we wear a white tee and jeans
So it’s easier to see the blood runnin’ down
the seam
For only the court to deem “not guilty”
I surrendered a long time ago
Our fate was written in stone.
As I wait, I wear a white tee every day
Just enough to become a tired cliche.