Dr. King

Mon, 02/29/2016 - 16:03 -- tj9270

Dr.  King said “I have a dream”, but his dream suffered homicide in the streets of our nightmares.
Murdered by the people who were supposed to protect us.

336 innocent people killed in 2015, Because the police saw color instead of people,
I suppose the color of skin was more important than human rights.

Because someone's melanin pigment spoke more to how people perceived them than did the color of their character.

So much has changed, but we’re not done yet.

There are still racists hiding behind screens, and cops who refuse body cams.
The white man in blue suits killings brown kid’s dreams, murdering their moments and god damn.

Dr. King’s dream of peace and harmony dies in the eyes of every American citizen.

You know things ain’t right when you are more worried about your boyfriend with cops than with drug dealers.

You know something is wrong when walking with him at night is more dangerous for him than for me.

You know there’s a problem when there are too many cops, not enough justice, too many them and not enough us and.... Dr.  King said “I have a dream”, and.... So much has changed, but we’re not done yet.

When there are still people like Sandra Bland, and Mike Brown, who die for no reason, then we aren't done yet. Because when people are more comfortable on a street with gun shots than cops, then we aren't done yet.

When I still get looks for having a black boyfriend, then WE AREN'T DONE YET.

We won’t be done until there’s equality, until there’s no more violence, it may not happen in my life time, but we aren’t done yet.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world
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