Today we are human
Tomorrow we are criminal
we are not allowed to get angry; we get labeled
we fear for our Brothers and Sisters safety
The police protecting us are the ones murdering us.
My Brother and Sisters are not coming home.
Walking home is hard, our life is on the line
Walking while black cost a life
They stare us down like we are not human
A black person kills- he's criminal
White person murders - he had a rough childhood
They don't take time to know us; they point fingers
we not given a chances, injustice sentencing
No matter how loud we cry, our voices are muffled
A mother loses a son
A brother loses a sister
A child becomes an orphan
A mother becomes a widow
Life held a higher value than another
Whatever we do, we are questioned
What makes us a target?
The color of our skin
About the Creator
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