Imminent Roadkill

Most police officers 
are genuinely good, decent people. 
I know that. Deep down, we all know that.
Unfortunately, though, the bad apples 
among them have tainted
their reputation beyond repair.

It's no secret these "bad apples, "
mostly Caucasian and racist
---might as well call a spade a spade!---
have it out for people that look just like me.
Black men are dying more frequently 
than ever at the hands of police.

It's a fact. It's the unvarnished truth!
As a black man in America, 
I've always been skittish about cops, 
but now I'm much more scared than 
I've ever been before. Who could blame 
any black man for distrusting the police? 

Here we go again! Here we are again, 
they've taken yet another Black life. 
There's more to come, folks! Why just men?
No person of color is ever pulled over nowadays
without thinking morbid thoughts like...

"Could this be the end?"
"What do I do with my hands?"
"Is he looking for an excuse to kill me?"

Yeah, I'm even more skittish about cops now,
so is the next Black guy on the street
who feels like he, too, is an imminent roadkill
Yes, world, that's how it truly feels
to be a black male in America!


Date written: 06/02/2020
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Hamilton Avatar
June 2, 2020 at 10:17 PM
So sad Edward, so sad. What can I say you said it all, I believe a new world is coming with true peace and security for all persons of every nationality and ethnic background. If you want to learn more send me a soupie!
Ibeh Avatar
June 3, 2020 at 8:56 AM
It's sad indeed, John. Thanks for very much for dropping by. I'm interested in whatever info you have, my friend!
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