The
Reality Of A Black Man When Dealing With The Police
As
a black man,
I must be in reality
about
society.
It
is as if the police kill us for fun.
And
for a voice,
for us
is no one.
They
use their brutality,
for
notoriety.
As
they climb their ranks,
with
their attitude toward us so stank.
Making
these times full of insanity,
as
it seems like every day,
becomes
another tragedy.
It’s
a crime to not respect human life,
and
survival is a never ending existence of strife.
As
we black men die for less,
but
we are still so blessed.
Although
it seems to others,
that
our lives or worthless.
Still
I say that we are priceless,
and
in so many ways invisible.
As
others don’t realize that we black men die
over
a simple principle,
called
human life!
As
we are cut down by life’s knife,
while
our love one’s grieve in pain.
Because
more black men die in vain.
The
police treat us like target practice,
and
then turn deaf ears to our activist,
calling
us reverse racist.
So
if a black man is to resist arrest,
then
it can be taken as if he has a death wish.
I wish all this madness would stop,
although
sad to say it won’t,
until the
whole world goes pop.