It was the brush

I'm a black driver and he is a white cop,
I see the red and blues flash on top,
I stop, get out of my car and stand there,
He turned his back for one quick moment,
I opened my door, "Starr- "... "BANG"
I drop to the ground, Why?
My blood pouring out, three holes in my innocent black body,
I was fading away,
And then I was gone,
All because of a "hairbrush"

This poem is inspired by the book
The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas.
It is a wonderful book and I think it has a
good meaning and example of BLM.
 

molly.sargent

VT

18 years old

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