I wanted to share a poem i wrote in class, because i am so shy i never had the chance to express my feelings on this topic. This class gave me thee chance to express my thoughts on it.

Are we not the same?

Stopped,

Chocolate skin arrives from the dark corner

Wearing the enemy’s clothing

People gazing

Hands on his waist

Phones out recording

Hands up, don’t shoot; Michael Brown

Are you my brotha?

I think not

Why am I being stopped?

The clothes or color

Whatever you prefer

Nasty attitude after 1 phrase

Introduced me to the ground

Arms hugged my neck tight

Wait stop I can’t breathe; Eric Garner

Phones out and distant yells out

Who’s that?

No one knows me

But one yelled

Say her name; Sandra Bland

I yelled out you’re hurting me

His knees deep in my back

Another Freddie Gray counting down my last week

Bright lights are when I’ll appear again

Dim lights and accidental shooting

My chocolate skin is just as good as theirs

Guess I am Akai Gurley and accidents happen

No I am a brotha just like you

Maybe you are my brotha

In a different life or 2

Justice for me, justice for all

My brotha is my brotha

Look just like you

Hands up, don’t shoot!