She’s a person of color,

Who’s afraid to confront the police,

Asking herself why can’t there be peace.

Day and night she thinks about her brother,

Will he stand on his feet or become a runner?

She wants his and her safety to increase.

Will the torture and deaths one day decrease?

Her fears aren’t getting any smaller.

And she knows people will continue to cry in pain.

Shouting out “don’t ignore  the voice unheard”,

Closing her eyes to ignore the red concrete stain.

She isn’t the first, second or third

To have her hopes and dreams go down the drain,                                            

Asking herself why her voice is never preferred.