by Dayana Lee
Red, white, and blue
Here come the sirens
Only to dance
With the little girls on the corner
There’s a war in the streets
And now a boy laying on the ground
I made the headlines ma,
I’m finally famous
I even have a hashtag trending with my name
You did say I was an angel that i’d be special
so why you crying ma?
he more famous than me though
headline stated “superhero officer kills black thug saves city“
when did I become a terrorist?
I was born black so i’m a threat
Grimm reaper done already written me nonexistent
when mom pushed me out we breed death?
I just wanted to see 18
but 15 saw me lay lifeless on a street I grew up on.
I died hearing them laugh at my cries for momma for pops for somebody to help
But justice knows no black.
They wanted me to fit the description
that they’ve made about black girls and boys
stop crying ma,
It’s not lonely it’s thousands of us up here.
Just make sure my little brothers and sisters
Are not engraved in the pavement outside our house too.
I still wish heaven could’ve waited for me
cause it’s getting a little cramped for space up here.
I asked God
why do they kill everything black?
The way bullets just be in the wind now
searching for a black body to claim.
My people have become walking prisoners awaiting our death trials
I just hope that my people do me more justice than a hashtag.
Mommy you said God had a purpose for me was it death?
I had my hands up
and they still shot me
Mommy I did everything they asked
and they still killed me.
I knew it would be me.
I knew it would be.
I knew it would.
I knew it.
Momma. Don’t forget me please…