Who Shot Ya?!?!?
Who shot ya? The police! Like a tenant wit no lease we just occupy space until officers go beast. Rogue fleet, so well connected in the streets that a bullet into a negro only warrants “with pay” for 4 weeks. Psycho Anglo-Saxon factions get to blastin before they acquire probable cause they get to clappin. Brothers claspin chests and gaspin for last breaths with no knowledge of why they’ve been struck besides the pigment of their flesh. Yet, at best we get a townhall meeting and some press, a memorial, moment of silence and caskets to compound the stress for minority parents tryna raise black kids in this mess. Al Sharpton at a podium issuing an S.O.S. to save our sons from the same people that cut his checks. What’s next? Another shooting, another killing and more paid leave. Another officer stays employed, another black kid stays deceased. Another face on a t-shirt, another mom crying on her knees. Another dark body in the morgue cuz fear and hatred prompts cops to squeeze at any brown torso in Nike’s and dungarees. Seems like they told the c-o-p’s to “Just Do It” so they just shoot it. Media coverage distorts the facts & protests are just muted. Kids in KD’s get killed dead by those doing the refereeing and LBJ fans get lynched by justice for raising questions and disagreeing. What we’re seeing ain’t new it’s just becoming less of a secret. The deaths are more frequent, relaying the message that black life is the cheapest. Black lacks value to these pricks, but the gene pool is the deepest so in turn they systemically don us the weakest by turning us sheepish.
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ESFUERZO
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Congoid
My bone structure ensures I’m labeled a Negroid but in my city I’m just another moving target. Trying my hardest not to accidentally get killed for containing the perfect amount of melanin to cause others to show cause for concern….as I walk by. Countless doors locked and heads cocked in the opposite direction as I stroll by annoyed and in need of protection from the disgusted eyes that penetrate my peace of mind with intent on stripping me of my dignity like they once did my ancestors. We’re both scared. Them of what I may do, me of what they might inflict. Shame already in the air and guilt slowly creeping onto the scene but these are not the emotions of my transgressors, these are my own feelings. As if in some way my mere existence made someone else uneasy and forced them to react in a way that bludgeoned my soul and beat up my spirit with a judgment so deafening my equilibrium can hear it and I get tripped up. As I correct my walk I’m met with the daunting task of acting like nothing is wrong and I’m unbothered when in reality I’m F’d up right now. All my life I’ve crossed the street at night to avoid posing a threat to the cute Caucasian couple approaching me with smiles immersed in their private conversation without a care in the world. I’ve shown police officers the utmost respect during bogus traffic stops and ended our engagements with “Thank You Officer” just for not beating , shooting or taking me to the station for hazing. It’s amazing that I’ve made it this far without a physical scar from an altercation but apparently I have thousands of tiny tears in my heart from the constant pulling injustice has done to me. What’s worst is I have to raise a son in this world that will never fully understand why his complexion automatically makes him a suspect yet I know there will come a time when I will have to explain, instruct and console him when this happens. I live in a world where I cannot preach to my children that all men are created equal because I don’t want them to think they have a fair shot at anything on this planet. They’ve got to learn early that you’ve got to work twice as hard for everything you get and three times as hard if you want to get ahead. Average is only the sum divided by its participants and therefore they shall never be average. Only thing worse than hatred is the hate of self and at some point my race has to stop blaming society for its perception of our culture and start holding itself accountable for the assistance it has given in this process. ~ CSI
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