he deserved to live.
she's sitting at home,
where's her son,
she dials 911
he should be home.
the cop stares at her,
listens to the description
but her words goes through his left ear and out his right
he doesn't listen,
he only sees.
african american, black
that's all he sees .
and she can see that.
all of this
while her son is pulled over in his car
put your hands on the wheel
look straight ahead
can you hear me boy?
do it!
the boy's body trembles
he's frozen with fear
he knows what to say
his momma taught him when he was young.
he does as the cop says
says his name
his age
not too soft
not too loud.
the cop tells him to get out
he can hear his momma's voice
do as they tell you
no matter what.
get out!
the cop rages
pulling the boy out of his thoughts
why is he so scared?
he's the one wearing the bullet proof vest
not me.
.....
the news blares
she wakes up
checks her child's room
where is-
she hears his name
it's not from the house though
it's on the news.
16 yr old black male shot by white cop.
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