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Sep 27
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Black Lives Matter

Two hands behind my head

Not a single weapon near me except the one you held.

I was being robbed of my sanity

Not only my store, my life, but my sanity

I didn’t move

I dare not move or else I could get shot

I wish I could tell you what happened but I can’t

You’ll shoot

I wish I could tell you how I had a family but

You’ll shoot

I dare not speak a word because

You’ll shoot

I was the manager of a store

I went to college

I married the love of my life

I had beautiful kids

And yet the only thing I could think of was you

I heard another man yelling at my employee

Asking him where security tapes were

I dare not move

You’ll shoot

I heard the rumble of the tapes starting up

The policeman's eyes glued to the tape

The tape that proved me innocent

I heard the tape play again

Did he need to see it again

A man busted my window, threatened me at gunpoint, grabbed some money and ran

And I was the victim

“They’re innocent.” He whispered

You grabbed my wrists and uncuffed me

I slowly brought my hands down from my head

I slowly took a deep breathe

I slowly moved off the ground

Seconds passed

I couldn’t look you in the eye

But I did

I slowly turned around

**BANG**

The gun shot

The gunshot echoed through the room

I never saw it coming

The side of my body burned

My eyes going black

I stared at you

I don’t know why

My body collapsed at your ankles

There I lay

Another black man dead

I had a family

I had a wife

I had a career

But none of that mattered now

I was dead

No guilt from the police around me

Just the sobs of my employees

And the realization that

I was dead.
#blacklivesmatter

 
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  1. zoeyu
    Jun 02, 2020

    Wow, this is absolutely gorgeous and so impactful and significant to the current events going on. #blacklivesmatter

    Zoe Yu

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