Don’t Shoot

Stop.

Please.

My hands are up. 

But that doesn’t matter does it.

As long as my skin is not the color you want,

my hair is more curlier, 

and my lips are bigger 

that’s your reason.

To you i am nothing.

A thug.

Worthless.

Dumb.

A N****

A target. 

So with this I took my last breath 

on a cold road blood surrounding me

three. six. nine shots to my body.

The escape you get from killing me excites you.

With this R.I.P to another soul.

That didn’t get a chance to be more because of a shade that was darker than wanted.

So to the people that are suppose to“protect us”

Make America Great Again.