Finger On The Trigger - A political statement
Finger on the trigger
All it takes is one wrong step
One wrong moment
For innocent blood to spill and seep into the sidewalk
“Hands up where I can see them!”
the police officer shouts whilst trembling.
Doesn’t he know I’m just a kid?
Why is he scared of me?
I have a family waiting for me back home.
Tears begin to flow from my eyes as I realize reality.
This is the sad truth many black Americans face in this country.
Everytime a police officer walks past me I stiffen.
Everytime I scroll through social media I see another innocent black life taken.
Why should I be afraid of those who are supposed to protect as serve?
Why am I threat to a society?
Why am I being hunted?
I just want to see my family again.
BOOM
It’s not over
Although these abuses of power happen every day
We can’t let that stop us from making a difference
We must fight for equity
We must move forward
We must remember those who didn’t deserve to die
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