I will show you something
I don’t care if the world can see
Here I am on bended knee, praying
That you and your race will know
Your place, your place below,
Yes, even six feet deep
This is torture,
Touching you,
Listening to your whining, nigger
I guess I should have Done like the others,
Like all the others
And just pulled the trigger
Triggered by the horror
On the TV screen
Blacks and white unite
Slowly, very slowly,
Whites are learning
Some of the countless troubles
Blacks have, too long, seen
A father fears to walk his pet alone
A patrol car might dog his avenue
A husband fueling his wife’s car
Those car seats in the back?
Why should they belong to you?
A man watching uncaged birds
In the sunlit park
Gets screamed at and threatened
Well, his skin was dark
A child walking home with candy
A man reading a book,
A woman looking out her window
This was all it took
To become a suspect
Before a barrage of bullets ensue
By those paid
To serve and protect
Uncharged, acquitted, not guilty
Verdicts from the courts
Is it because black lives do not matter?
Their blood senselessly splattered
Is still red like rage, or a face being choked
A black man walks into a bar
And lived to tell about it
This is not a joke
