#blacklivesmatter #livesmatter
Black is nothing more to you than the absence of light
Does the color of my skin make me a sin?
Does the texture of my hair determine whether or not you should care?
The whip marks from the backs of slaves transformed to tear streaked faces.
Confusion and question on why are there different rules for different races.
Jury of our peers what does that mean?
As I watch what has become a legal execution scene.
Maybe the laws of this land I just don’t understand.
How you can walk away when I saw you just kill a man?
Was your life in danger? Shhh, I must be silent, I must not question.
For on me you may turn your weapon.
Who fired the shot that started and ended it all?
Is death of the perpetrator always the final call?
Split second decisions are not easy to make.
But it always seems to end with a life you must take.
Was there ever a time when you shot to incapacitate?
Does a badge and weapon seal death as our fate?
Even to you my voice has no worth.
You started my journey 6 feet into the earth.
“I can’t breathe” you all heard me say.
Yet I was snuffed out anyway.
Instead of Miranda maybe you should just read my last rites.
Since black is nothing more to you than the absence of light…
© Soulmuze 2014
Soulful Storytellers LLC 