How I Feel

 

Every day I turn on the TV,

I think to myself thank god that ain’t me.

Day by day my brothers of all races getting shot down by the police,

And not one true statement has yet to be release.

I am an aunt and a daughter and I don’t wanna have to fear for me or my family’s life,

I wanna know what it feels like to become a mother and a wife.

My prayers go out to the protesters not giving up until everything is right,

But we all know justice won’t be serve in just a few nights.

To all the parents and families that just laid their sons, husbands, and fathers down to rest,

God will always find a way to clean up the devils mess.

I don’t understand why they feel like they don’t have to explain their reason,

But sooner or later this victory will be won.

I hope no one I know will be the next person with their hands up begging please,

Cause lord knows students have been dying off in large quantities.

I am a scared black woman, scared of not knowing what could happen just walking around downtown,

Only a certain amount of time before they start their putting women down.

I don’t wanna have to worry that me and my girls are gonna get gun down,

Just as we walking around town.

I wanna know that I can call 9-1-1,

And get the help I need without a problem.

I’m sure we still have some,

Just gotta pray you get the right one who will get the job done.

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