Don't Shoot

I should have the words Don't Shoot tattooed across my open palms. That way when black turns to midnight, the neon dye will shine like a beacon of my innocence Highlight the glint in my eyes that says peaceful That says college bound That don't say victim They blink future as in I should have one Not history, as in get over it, you lost Don't Shoot In bold, black, ink Like I'm written In bold black me It wouldn't matter Them red white and blue lights can't see no different They only illuminate stereotypes like no good Thug Like drug dealer, nigga Magnify the hostility of the victim Project "she was asking for it" in bubble letters across my murderer's lips Don't shoot And when he claims he never saw the cursed black ink that ran rampid across my sweaty blood soaked palms When he conveniently blacks out the reason he took that steel black out to smother my hostile black out I hope he sees the blacks out and feels the way they stomp those chants out Like Why he shoot that black out? Tae Tae locked up but Zimmerman out They can't cleanse our black out Red white and blue, he in there, but no wonder they left the black out She was going to college, why they always take the educated blacks out Screw that nigga, man I hope they take that pig out I hope he feels the power he unleashed by letting my blood spill out. And I hope it haunts him in every crevice, in every shadow, in every glimmer of a teenager who has that glint in their eyes You know, the one that says they gone go somewhere and do some things Make a difference in people that act like him's lives I hope he can't turn his back to the mirror out of fear that one day even his reflection will see the blackness in him And want to rid the world of something as dark as that poor little black child he shot down I hope he can't close his eyes Because the blackness mocks him from within his eyelids And when he sees red I hope it resonates that my blood and his blood are the same color The color spilled on this American flag The color spilled in these flashing lights The color spilled on the concrete that night I hope When he thinks color, he thinks me And my blackness never leaves his memory