Don't Shoot
I'm out in the streets, blowing off steam.
My body tall, my body lean.
I wear a hood to better shield me from the night.
I never knew to someone, it would bring such fright.
All I need is some air, so please, spare me your hidden glare.
I wish you'd listen, I wish you knew.
I wish you could see, that I'm just like you.
I'm cold, I'm hungry, but I have a home.
I just need some time, some time to roam.
But in the streets I see a change, I see something so strange.
I see a shadow stand tall, a shadow that will not fall.
I take another step, so I can go my own way.
But he yells out to me, he begins to say, "Stop! Stop now or I'll shoot!"
I stand my ground, as if to take root.
But I look a little closer and I see he has a gun.
And then it comes over me, I know I must run.
That's when I feel it, that's when I see.
Perhaps this is how the world visualizes me.
"Please! Let me go!" I plea, I take a step back and prepare to flee.
"Don't move! Don't take another step!"
His voice is stern, I know he won't rest.
"You don't belong here! You don't understand! You're not like me! You're
not a man!"
I feel my body shiver, I feel it become lost.
"I'll show you now! I'll show you who's boss!"
I take a step back, I want to go home.
No longer in the night, no longer will I roam.
Another step back, I'm preparing to run.
I don't want any of this, I really want none.
Another step back, please sir, let me go.
I can see in his eyes, he's telling me no.
This is the moment, this is when I turn.
I begin my escape, but then I feel a burn.
My ears are ringing a buzzing so loud.
And before it hits me, my face is to the ground.
I just listen, I hear the sound of his boot.
And I say at last, "Please sir, please don't shoot."
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