Skittles and Iced Tea
skittles & iced tea
after Trayvon’s slaughter,
people of the empire now know that
in order to buy skittles & iced tea
with dark skin & a hoodie
you must have some proof that you aren’t
packing a weapon---
but what kind of proof do you need?
perhaps a bright neon sign attached to the back of your
jacket, shouting in large letters not to shoot,
or glow in the dark pants that beg the rambunctious racists looking for a new
target to please refrain from engaging in their immediate
fantasies
for the moment ?
maybe if one walks with a representative at all times
whose look is less “threatening” &
thus they are found to be more “acceptable”
when walking at night
going to a 7-eleven---
yes,
this representative could sit down with the
caped crusader racist
whose self-appointed-neighborhood-watcher-trigger-finger
might not clench so fast
plugging a bullet into the body of a
young
unarmed
african-american
male,
if said murderous idiot
had someone explain it out on a dry erase board for them,
so that they put the murderous intent away &
go back to their hate-filled home---
no, it’s much easier for america to go on living
with some of its citizens constantly watching themselves
so as to not to be seen as acting the part that the ever-suspicious point out to be
“threatening,”
where every single movement has to be self-choreographed,
just in case there might be a copper on the corner
watching out for the white people
with an accusatory finger pointed,
whilst the other is gripping the cannon in the holster,
ready to make another martyr
of a young kid just trying to get some candy on his way
home.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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