American Skin

by redmond12

January 15, 2014

There's nothing More American than 19 out of 41 shots piercing your skin with racism

And Nothing like NYPD getting away with it

You've Become

Mass Media.

Foundations

A starting point

3 Million Dollars

And all you have to show for it is

Your Life

It's funny your worth more dead than alive

As you hit the pavement in front of your Bronx apartment

You can't help but flashback to your Guinea homeland wanting a better life

So you sold socks and hand bags during the day

And studied at night

Its an epidemic

Police stereotypes in the 90's have grown

And you've become another statistic

Amadou Diallo

In America Being Black and intelligent

Is the same as being

A Rapist

Drug Dealer

or Murder

Either way you've fallen under one category

Being Colored

And Being slain execution style in front of your home just happens to fit that criteria

There's a difference between not being able to see and being color blind

Confusing a wallet with a weapon

And not being able to see past the complexion of a profile is neither

They've been acquitted in Albany

When they quit in the Bronx

New York City is just like the suburbs

Albany knows exactly what goes on

Trying to Avoid Pre-trial publicity

When all you get is verdict Aftermath

More Like obstruction of Justice

Feb 5, 1999

4 plain Clothes officers approach you As you pull out your rectangular wallet for identification

Shot 1:You've never expected the lead offer to fall down

Shot 2:Prepare for 18 more to hit you

Shot 3:Having no criminal record will lead you to

Shot 4:Are you bulletproof?

Shot 5:Miss

Shot 6:Miss

Shot 7:Where's Al Sharpton

Shot 8:You've become a figure of racial profiling

Shot 9:Miss

Shot 10:You've become the subject of songs

Shot 11:Miss

Shot 12:You've become a target

Shot 13:Miss

Shot 14:Miss

Shot 15:Automatic weapons don't stop firing when there's four men

Shot 16:You've got something in your skin

Shot 17:Miss

Shot 18:Miss

Shot 19:Miss

Shot 20:Miss

Shot 21:Sorries will never measure up to losing a son

Shot 22:Mistakes Happen

Shot 23:Miss

Shot 24:Sidewalk Cracks are soiled with your existence

Shot 25:Unmarked, but dangerous

Shot 26:Miss

Shot 27:Miss

Shot 28:Three years in America and you haven't realized don't move when addressed by police officers

Shot 29:Miss

Shot 30:Call this police brutality

Shot 31:Miss

Shot 32:Call this policy

Shot 33:Miss

Shot 34:Miss

Shot 35:Miss

Shot 36:Miss

Shot 37:Miss

Shot 38:Miss

Shot 39:Miss

Shot 40:You're lying in a pool of scarlet blood and still being shot at

Shot 41:Are you dead yet?

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