Heroes
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alisayw
alisayw thoughts that breathe, words that burn
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This one is long I'm not gonna lie and I was gonna do parts but that seemed pointless. I'm sorry in advance, I wrote this randomly in the middle of the night.

Heroes

I keep seeing protest videos

I keep seeing protest videos so I look at the comments

Someone says: “With rubber bullets I’m sorry he get shot. But cops need to protect theirselves. You have agitators in the crowd to purposely cause war”

Another says: “Yep this will happen when you turn against the ones protecting you”

Then another: “when you beat up cops and then beg for help, it’s a very confusing time”

The list goes o n and o n As I watch rubber bullets sent into crowds

One man getting hit in the eye His blood dripping Staining the concrete below him

I watch a crowd come together to sing Happy Birthday for Breonna Taylor May she Rest In Peace

I’ve seen a road with “Black Lives Matter” painted in a yellow that reminded of the bright yellow crayon I used to color every sun I made

I watch building burn and shattered glass scattered across the ground

I hear chants and laughing and conversations and screams and crying that’s broken enough that it sends chill straight to your soul

I see people laying on the ground, marching in the streets, or taking a knee

I see children to adults sprayed in the face with tear gas and old men pushed to the ground

I keep seeing protest videos

I keep seeing protest videos so I look at the comments

The comments remind me that when I was younger The teachers would talk about different jobs

Like firefighters who wore a helmet and bulky suits They used water to put out fires and saved people from dying

They sounded like heroes.

Or Doctors who wore pristine white jackets and have a stethoscope looped around their necks They used medicine to heal people and saved people from dying

They sounded like heroes.

Then there were there was the police who wore shiny badges and uniforms They stopped the bad guys and saved people from dying

They sounded like heroes.

Heroes protect everyone or at least they used to

The heroes I remember hearing about did

What does one do when the hero becomes the villain? How do you ask for help if the help might kill you? What do you do when not all heroes are bad but they all wear shiny badges and uniforms so its confusing on who’s good and who’s bad?

The “heroes” I've seen recently are wearing really stocky uniforms Covered head to in all black

I guess they’re scared

Maybe one day I can tell them I wear all black too

, but the catch is mine doesn’t come off

Mine makes me a walking target or maybe another dead body

But they’re scared, right?

I wouldn’t want the heroes to be scared I wouldn’t want them to feel that their blackness is something to fear

I know how it feels and I would never wish that on anyone

Anyways I keep seeing protest videos

I keep seeing protest videos so I look at the comments

Just so I can pass the steady ticking of time as I count the days till the heroes actually arrive

Again I'm sorry if this is too long I was gonna do parts, but I felt that would break the flow. This is another poem about how I felt towards current times. If you made to part congrats and thank you, I probably would've given up.

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