black boy

for as long as he could remeber

his skin was a weapon

he was made to understand

that everyone saw him as

black boy

not smart boy

mamas boy

so sweet that he wouldn't hurt a fly boy

went to school and straight back boy

smile so hard his face hurt boy

got stuck in the wrong place at the wrong time boy

put your hands up boy

white man looks at him

white police officer

who hold his gun upright

eyes him with intent

keep your hands up boy

i wont be scared to shoot boy

remember what you are boy

all he could hear were his mothers words

comply and you'll be find

his chest rises and falls

his last moments

are controlled by the pull of a trigger

the slightest movement is the cause of

another black boy's body

echoing to the ground