malaika8

Dark red eyes.
People being beaten.
Burning flags like rainbows.
Children ripped,
Out of the arms of their mothers. 
No money, no chance of salvation.

Chants rioting through streets. 

Why does society fear us?
What makes us a threat to you?
Most would say it's the color of our skin, 
Yet the skin of a Black person would and could not, 
Jump out at you and attack you.
I promise. 

People always ask,
Would you rather change the past,
or see the future. 
I'd change the past.
I wouldn't invite him over or even become his friend.
I wouldn't send my mom away because in my head,