hierarchy of gun control

as we stand 

quivering 

slowing dropping to knees 

forcing this lifestlye on us 

so we can be introduced as the 

addicting to pushing paraphernalia 

restisting tempatation

several ways to flip this situation 

so one day I wouldn't be kneeling for you 

how do the change the outcome of a told story 

wishing i would have stayed home 

wishing i had told my mom i love her 

wishing for my greater purpose

wishing...

I scream aloud 

to get the attention of no one 

we 

we stand with our hands behind our heads 

lined up 

like animals entering a slaughter house 

tears flowing out of eyes 

but only you can see 

never them 

BANG!

one down 

BANG! 

two down  

BANG !

over 1,000 down 

waiting to see a trial 

or another day of fresh air, hugging, and eating breakfast or even 

to see bars

atleast i can see my daughter

seeing through the eyes of us 

they would have never stopped me 

they would have never pulled me over 

they would have never 

switching roles for one day 

i would kill all non melanin i see 

i would 

not with guns but hands 

to show the strangulation 

the world puts around our necks, bodies and souls 

sucking the life out of all 

they don't know whats it's like

to be seen as them 

eyes pop out of sockets

when we walk on the same side 

when will they see the privalage of everyday  

power WE that will never be touched by these delicate hands  

taking my life

to make us better understand this crooked system better 

Today 

June 3, 2019 

We 

are gathered here today to moarn the life

another tragedy in the black community 

another man dies by shooting done by police officer