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I guess I'm feeling some type of way. 
It’s the day after the next day.
THE VERDICT; INDICTED!
Definitely it rocked this country.
I guess I'm sensitive, emotions running deep, with all this madness;
Most nights I can’t sleep.
I have a son almost the same age; 
I guess you can say I'm frightened for his well-being.
As much as a mother should be these days.
The tragedy has awakened more of a beast in me, so much so
I just want to hold him, protect him against those men sworn to protect and serve.
I don’t want him to become another statistic in this country.
I feel helpless in this moment! 
I just want him safe from all hurt and harm and danger.
He told me he wanted to change his name, as if; it 
Still won’t change who you are, or the color of your beautiful dark skin.
What is he afraid of? I guess the same thing I’m afraid of.
I want the best for him, point blank, period.
But, I'm afraid, one of these trigger happy men will take him from me,
Will rape my family and kill our children;
Because on that day he may have his hands up; or
His pants down or his music too loud.
So you see, I just want the best for him; 
POINT BLANK PERIOD!
I don't want him to feel any pain, 
Nor any harm to come to his way.
He’s growing up, and he won’t be my baby for long; 
I’m so afraid of this world and the harm it may cause.
It doesn't matter how he was raised, his background; 
 Or what community he’s from; still 
He has that beautiful dark skin, so many seem to be afraid of;
I want him safe, YOU HEAR ME? 
 POINT BLANK, PERIOD;
From black and white issues, domestic violent issues,
Women crying rape and defaming his character; 
I want better for him, than this world trying to take from him.
I want him away from the negative influences; 
As I try to teach him, to always watch his back.
To be accountable for his actions and that trust comes at a price, 
And that some friends may try to stab you in the back;
And to never regret who you are or where you’re going.  
To be honest and trustworthy and always be a leader, 
PLEASE MR. OFFICER, PLEASE MR. OFFICER, don’t hurt my baby;

ChloeJames 2014

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