been scared of the police since i was fourteen
mothers loosing their children shit is obscene
suspension with pay just another smokescreen
eveytime you get off and say it was routine
politicians corupt they wont give a confession
they know weve fallin through a well of depression
they ask why black people always stressin
cuz you stupid muthafuckers aint learned ya lesson
brought to a coutnry we aint wanna go
fellin like we still livin in jim crow
young tryna learn to be a man tho
they gave no fucks when they shot philando
hurt as a nation and it burn tho
they think we ok with a mule and some land tho
forgive and forget expectation of a slave
ripped the skin from my body if i misbehave
land of the free home of the brave
crossin the cops get you put in yo grave
1-800-273-8255
i herby commit suicide by steppin outside
they need a number to call when you been shot by a white guy
saying you sorry to my face but also wanting a high five
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Author:
afinley (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is a way of me finally finding a way to express how i feel about injustices happening in america and the senseless brutality from cops and my anger with the politicians who choose to ignore it.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
I have problems with the cops too. I hate them. they stalk me for no reason.if they ever stop and ask me questions. I shall all the way remain silent.
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