Police Brutality Poems

Yes officer

A black boy stands in front of a mirror
Practicing how to address an officer 

"Yes officer"
I promise I'm good
I won't cause no trouble just because I'm from the hood
I won't make a noise 
I won't make a sound 
I'll make sure to leave the hood of my hoodie down 
No frown on my face
You dont

The rage of a tired black woman

Rage.
Fury.
A constant burning anger.
A rage stemmed from generations of those who have come before me
An inheritance we have the right to own 
Something passed through each black child born
One that clings to our skin and bones
A communal experience we share alone

Every time a black child comes home from school
Fallen tears from racial slurs
Another wave of

246 bullets

246 bullets
10 Cops
1 black man
And a lifetime of pain
1 funeral
1 courtroom
12 jurors 
1 judge
1 verdict
Not guilty 
1 claim of self defence

This is the world we live in
One in which black people choose freedom 
Which is stolen From us 
And white people have their skin
Which means they will automatically be acquitted 
This is the world we

She died in a body she hated

She died in a body she hated 
Her last memory was watching herself get assassinated 
How she died isolated 
Surrounded by a see of white faces
Who stood there being witnesses
To something that would be talked about across the ages 
Her blood had painted the pavement
The cop stood there admiring his painting

She died in a body

Her words wrote the justice that we deserved

Basking in the sunlight 
In a field of flowers 
A peaceful look in her 
She looks up to the sky 
And realises how much she loves life
This is all she wanted 
In a world that eradicates through hatred 
In this moment She felt grounded
Listening to the sounds of nature 

She lost a lot of her

When the music died

When the music died 
It turned into police sirens 
When the music died 
It was like playing musical statues 
Without the music
And forever stuck in silence

When the music died 
It gave space for the gunshots 
And the screams that came after it 
When the music died
The soul died too
When the music died 
The world stood

The myth of justice

I knew justice was a myth
The first time I heard about trayvon martin
Killed over skittles
His killer 
George zimmerman 
Acquitted 
He became a celebrity 
And trayvon
He became another statistic
Another black kid 
Erased by the system
He didn't get justice

I knew justice was a myth 
When tamir rice
A 12 Yr old boy
Killed for playing with a toy 
He

If they shoot, tell my story

If they shoot, tell my story

A boy writes a letter to his mother
She will know nothing of it
Until
Something bad happens
But he knows something will
He knows the colour of his skin
He knows that it means a possible death sentence 

He gives his mom direct instructions 
Of what to do if they try to silence his existence

A forgotten victim of the system

An untold story of black British history 

Throughout history our voices have been silenced 
But what happens When they take it further and murder us?
What about those who were permanently silenced?
How will they speak up about how they were 'welcomed' with violence?

But I have a voice and I will speak it
The stories Of the forgotten

Innocent

What they did to tamir rice Cold as ice I'll give some advice Think twice Think thrice An innocent paid the price Which led to his demise This is a matter of black lives Our final goodbyes We look to the sky As we wipe our eyes A burning rage on the inside So then

Rampant and Endemic Police Brutality

Rampant and endemic police brutality... 
flourishes against United States citizens of color 
going on three years 
post George Floyd 
short lived heightened awareness
when #blacklivesmatter 
in conjunction with 1619 project
wrought upwelling of progressive surge
hinting at positive transformations.

Despite random throw of dice
proffering gifting, blessing, et cetera 
yours truly as Caucasian
agony, grief and particularly anger
roil these lovely bones
life,

Police Brutality

Police Brutality

We’ll shoot. Don’t move.
Don’t talk or We’ll disapprove.
Don’t reach. We’ll kill.
Comply, Listen, Be quiet, Be still.

Four in the morning wake up.
Forget the horrors, don’t sip the death cup.
Get ready for work, put down the sharpened knife.
The first call will be in, gone is another life.

Typical day, it’s a suicide who blew off half his

Police Brutality

We’ll shoot. Don’t move.
Don’t talk or We’ll disapprove.
Don’t reach. We’ll kill.
Comply, Listen, Be quiet, Be still.

Four in the morning wake up.
Forget the horrors, don’t sip the death cup.
Get ready for work, put down the sharpened knife.
The first call will be in, gone is another life.

Typical day, it’s a suicide who blew off half his face.
Nothing

Police Brutality

when i saw it i was sad angry hurt shocked, and sought my sanctuary

082420PSCtest, When Plans Don't Go To Plan, Silent One
Per rules: No caps, little to no punctuations

Love Number 2

I
Love. Start by saying "Hello" to strangers
Even on Poetry Soup

II
Love somebody who seems "arrogant."
Or eliminate everyone who is not humble enough like you.

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