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poetato
poetato 6"1 and 14 yrs. I don't play basketball
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A slightly long poem about racism I wrote. Admittedly, I'm a little late to the party. But seeing that these issues are still unresolved, I guess it's still relevant

Breathtaking

Breathtaking -Poetato

First sign of the difference between you and me.

Your hands are in your pockets

Your hands are in your pockets Mine are not.

Your hands are in your pockets Mine are not. Since I know I would be shot, not even three seconds after reaching in to grab my credentials.

Since I know you would chalk up my death to me posing a threat,

Since I know you would chalk up my death to me posing a threat, And in response, you would become the threat.

Since I know you would chalk up my death to me posing a threat, And in response, you would become the threat. I watch as you idly put your hands in your pocket,

Unobserving that ironically

Unobserving that ironically you're the one out of us with the gun.

Second sign of the difference between you and me.

My knees are on the ground,

My knees are on the ground, Yours are on my neck.

Only moments before, I had been pulled out of my vehicle,

Only moments before, I had been pulled out of my vehicle, Iron clamps onto my shoulder like the devil's grasp itself.

Only moments before, I had been pulled out of my vehicle, Iron clamps onto my shoulder like the devil's grasp itself. You forget how to use your handcuffs, so your hand cuffs me on the side of my head,

Only moments before, I had been pulled out of my vehicle, Iron clamps onto my shoulder like the devil's grasp itself. You forget how to use your handcuffs, so your hand cuffs me on the side of my head, Bringing me to the ground as if to put me closer

To the fires of hell where you said I got my 'charred' skin from.

I watch as you kneel on my neck,

I watch as you kneel on my neck, The mound of dirt the hero always steps on as he poses after a victorious fight,

Unobserving that ironically

Unobserving that ironically it is your eyes that burn with fiery hatred.

Final sign of the difference between you and me.

I am dying,

I am dying, you are not,

Your family has not yet faced the terrors of systemic oppression

Whereas my car is the cage that holds the meat in a forest of hungry wolves

Whereas my car is the cage that holds the meat in a forest of hungry wolves Racism is the inheritance from the skin of my great-great-grandfather in the will he never wrote

It is the hook submerging into a sea of curious fish,

It is the hook submerging into a sea of curious fish,

It is the hook submerging into a sea of curious fish,

It is the hook submerging into a sea of curious fish, I am the bait,

Waiting to be

Waiting to be consumed by fear for every police car I pass by,

Waiting to be pulled over as my heart stops like the line that has sunk to its maximum length,

Waiting to be proven right by the next wolf asking me to produce my identification,

Waiting to be killed by the next police officer who bares his teeth.

I am drowning.

Lungs riddled with bullet holes that burn

Lungs riddled with bullet holes that burn In this ocean of lies that you have thrown me into.

Promises of safety,

Promises of free d o m,

Promises of e q u a l i t y.

I gasp as I drown in my own blood,

I gasp as I drown in my own blood, And yet it seems as if your ears are the ones that are underwater,

Not hearing anything at all.

As you pretend not to listen, I can only wheeze my final plea.

For mercy,

For life,

For one last breath.

For mercy, For life, For one last breath.

"I can't breathe."

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