I’m hurt that people of the African diaspora are still being mistreated
You calmly arrest a person of a lighter complexion without causing bodily harm
But throw a brown skinned person’s face to the filthy floor of a restaurant and bare their chest to the public while placing your knee on their spine fracturing a few bones just to verbally assault them when all you could have done was “calmly arrest them without causing bodily harm?”
I’m hurt that I’m still afraid to walk anywhere near caucasian people
In case they feel “uncomfortable” and want to call the police on me
I’m the one having to cross the street just to avoid them and quickly rushing by just to get to where I’m going
Thank you lady now I’m late for work
I’m still hurt
I’m hurt that the streets are slowly being rid of faces like mine
Due to the privilege of another
My colleagues, my classmates, my neighbor, my so called friend’s mother
We’re terrified of not seeing another day because our cellphones are mistaken for weapons
So now we’re calculating when is the right time to leave our only place for refuge, looking out the window to make sure it’s safe
This sure does feel like America again, America of the Jim Crow era
Continue to be paranoid
Or whatever queasy feeling you’re feeling inside your chest
Of people who are just trying to get by
Just like you are
Trying to feed their family
Trying to keep a roof over their heads
Trying to earn their diploma and land a job
Trying to pick up their siblings from school
Trying to visit a friend
Trying to buy treatments for their illness
Trying to peacefully ride public transportation
Trying to go home
Trying to enjoy life
Trying to live
Trying to live
Trying to fucking live
Like everybody else on this quickly diminishing planet
How can you expect a group of people not to react angrily from these treatments?!
HOW THE FUCK
Can you expect me to not react angrily from these treatments?
You have no shame
For dialing the same numbers we all bond over in remembrance of loved ones gone from an attack no on can agree on as far as the perpetrator
Do you dial those numbers so you can feel more superior?
Do you dial those numbers so we can look up to you and you down on us?
Do you dial those numbers so you can show who’s boss?
Do you dial those numbers so you can fucking feel better about yourself because a person of a different race that does not share similar features to yours surpassed you in some way?
So I’m not the one who’s hurt here am I
You’re the one who’s hurt
Well why can’t you just accept differences
Differences in people and learn to live in unity
I’m more than hurt
But words asides from the ones I’ve already said cannot describe this painful feeling that’s overcrowding my mind
So dear whom-the-fuck-ever
Drop the phone and go fuck yourself