Somebody save us

Somebody help him somebody somebody. Somebody help him anybody 

 

      Three rules while being a black man.

 

 1. Keep your hands out of your pockets

 2. Don’t be black

  1. Keep your hands where they can see them

    “All lives matter” that’s true all lives matter but what does it feel like the “white” lives matter more? 

 

       What more do you want from him? You want the fear in their veins back? How the hell we go from segregation to discrimination to saying “oh we’re not racist” to “MY HANDS ARE UP PLEASE DONT SHOOT”

 

     How many of us have to die before we can rest? How long do we have to protest and show the battle wounds we bare, the scars on our backs and the the lives WE LOST.

 

SOMEBODY SAVE HIM SOMEBODY SOMEBODY SAVE HIM SOMEBODY ANYBODY

 

       THE RULES TO BEING BLACK MAN 

  1. Don’t be black 
  2. Don’t be fucking black
  3. Keep your hands where they can see them

 

WHEN I SAY HANDS UP, y’all say DON’T Shoot.

 

   Somebody has lost their son, somebody had lost their daughter, father, mother and for what? FOR WHAT? Tell me what do y’all fight for? What are y’all killing for? Tell me what are you living for?

 

    He walks down the street with his head held down, because he’s imaging himself 6ft deep into the ground. You’d think they all would’ve came around by now, but nope. They haven’t and we know better now. 

 

      They claim they scared. They claim that we’ve all been there. But when you’re an unarmed man with bullet in his chest is that what you call fear? So is it him or you who should be scared?

 

    SOMEBODY SAVE US SOMEBODY SOMEBODY SAVE US SOMEBODY ANYBODY 

 

THE RULES OF BEING A BLACK PERSON

 

  1. DONT BE BLACK
  2. DONT BE  FUCKING BLACK
  3. HIDE WHO YOU ARE

 

 

   What gives you the right to judge ME? What gives you the RIGHT to judge him based on the color of his skin. YOU DONT KNOW Me. Everyday when we leave our house we go to work and we want to make it home by any means. How is that fair that you can go home, and see your family? And one of us  in the morgue because they bleed out where you shot them. We won’t  get justice for it but if roles were switched then he’d get the death penalty to for it. An eye for an eye for you right? For him it’s his life and for you it’s your freedom.

 

     They can take away our lives, our liberty, our civil rights, and they can take away our freedom but they can not take away our song because not only does black lives matter but so does our voices. They can take away everything from our homes to the clothes on our back but they can not take our knowledge they can not take our pain and they can not take away our thoughts. It takes one. Be the change you wanna see.

 

    Hands up ! don’t shoot !

 

This poem is about: 
My community

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