Letter To the Officers
Mr. Officer, Mrs. Officer, here’s a message from my heart that my mind can’t halt.
This is the first and last time I plan to chat with you, please pay attention no talking Sir... Just listening.
Every time I turn on the news I see another unarmed black man or youth slain.
And it keeps happening over and over again like a TV show with a new actor every episode.
No Academy award, golden globe or revenue, just another blemish to the death toll with No prosecution.
Fabricated evidence of feeling threatened to justify the action of killing defenseless children.
And yet you want us to trust you, but I ask when will you start putting your trust in us?
Looking at my son and daughters wondering, will I have to tell them to tread lightly?
You’ve already contracted 2 strikes due to the pigment of your skin?
Only to hear them reply…Daddy you said Black is beautiful…to what do I reply then?
That their dreams may be shattered due to social inequality, that hatred generates countless problems… but never resolves them.
America I’m scared. And yes I know All Lives Matter, but all lives aren’t being televised or slaughtered.
We make up 13.2 percent of the US population, but yet it’s our kids being sent to prison or an early mausoleum.
Got me second guessing the constitution… was it ever written for individuals of tinted pigment.
Why are we spending 55 billion on new prisons, but lack the funds to shelter the homeless?
How is it that 14 beautiful black princesses go missing, and yet were following tweets about the president’s hair piece?
So when you justify the population, you say humanity. Tell me how humanity derived race just because we don’t look the same.
Ethnicity is a man-made term, so racism was given a platform of man trying to diversify its existence.
Asa, Allah, Jehovah, Father God why must we define our existence? Can you please stop the senseless killing?
Until then I’m a Black man with kids that I want to see live… Black Lives Matter.
Please stop the slaughtering our kids!
Copyright © Maurice Thomas | Year Posted 2017
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