Alton Sterling

To serve and protect 

They've inscribed on bullets

That they've lodged inbetween the ribs

of black innocence.

Dissonance between the black and the cop

Caused be reasonable distrust 

Negated by a badge

And four empty words

Black men are being shot for sport

Hunted like animals 

And those against us expect there

To not be war. 

They expect us to lay down 

With our backs pinned against the ground

And willingly take their shots to the chest. 

But. Not. Anymore.

Too many didn't have a choice. 

So, as long as I am standing. 

I refuse to go down with out fighting. 

Here's to Alton Sterling. 

A fight worth fighting.