It’s an 

Anxiety  

That doesn’t 

Need to be diagnosed 

But it’s felt

And it’s known

Like

Brown 

is the color

Of my skin

And

It’s seen and

It’s prone 

To feel this

Anxiety

Around cops

And their unknown.

 

It comes along 

With symptoms...

That make you

Want to

Hold your breath

In the presence of them.

Maybe 

Clench the wheel,

try not squeal,

Turn down the music,

And

hope your

Not a victim of a

Next tragic

“Incident”.

Or

Could go as simple 

As getting a ticket 

With no blood written 

Along with it.

 

It’s a shame,

A ticket 

Isn’t the worse 

That can

Be presented

With a cop’s

“Stop-and-Inquisition”

If you’re 

A

Black citizen.

It’s fact,

It’s shown,

Every time 

On TV.

That the stigma 

Is still 

Alive.

As

If my 

Brown Brothers

Aren’t being

Killed

In despise?

By those questionable

Eyes. 

 

So yes,

This

Anxiety is real.

And it’s not

To minimize;

A cop’s moral

Mission.

But to emphasize 

The

Abuse of position.

Attached to the same

unjust crime

Being committed.

Avoiding to be 

Identify,

By those questionable eyes.

 

As if it’s not

seen and it’s known.

That there are 

Numerous,

Innocent 

Lives

Who still need to be 

Owed.

Equal accountability.

Because of

Careless acts

Of police 

Brutality.

Thus, it’s more than a 

Simple technicality.

When

A life is lose 

rather than

A matter solved.