Blcklives_matterNOW

It is crazy how as a african american kids we have to go through racism and police brutality. It's like we are going through slavery all over again .No race should suffer the way we do. It's like you think we are dumb and have no such clue. We march we protest to get this through. That no race should suffer the way we do. We can't even walk the streets without being scared of getting shot. I am black and i'm proud who can tell me i'm not. I watch fox five and see colored the opposite of alive. I can't stand this fight. See a tear in her eye. Their scared but have hope we try not to mope. But we are in pain. Black lives are in pain.

Below are many black citizens who have recently been shot and killed by a non-colored police man or woman. Do you know why this makes me sad. Not just because they're black but that our generation has let police brutality get out of control and it is painful, frustrating and hopeless. That's if we don't do nothing but I refuse to wake up and watch the news and hear about police brutality without protesting or making a change.

This has got to STOP and it won't stop until I do something, he does something, she does something, we do something. And so this following poem is dedicated to all that's happening and what we can do. "Wake up, honey get out of bed, I sit there and lay instead. I finally sit up on my bed, TV says another colored has become dead. I walk in the kitchen to make some breakfast, This is not what I expected. pop,pop,pop I just sit everyone else panics. This world needs to be fixed and I'll be the mechanic. I run outside my mom screams no, It's just me and my mom wheres my dad, I don't know. I look up there's a shot I feel a sharp pain, My mom runs out he's the only one to blame. Now it's my mom, my dad and a dead body in the rain.