Can't pay much attention to anything else

When a man sits in a car, moaning and dying

On videotape.

Or when his fiancee speaks out,

Yelling yet composed.

He goes viral.

She goes viral.

Everything's out.

Can't say much to whether how I feel will change anything,

But I feel physically sick.

I want to cry.

Because it's almost as if every

Black man has to die

Before people get some sort of message—

Including the supporters of a wall.

In the end, a wall won't keep out murderers.

They're already here.

They're uniformed. They're hooded.

They're anyone from any background.

People, that's the problem.