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Racism
I pledge allegiance to a flag that is supposed to show safety and unity.
Instead it waves in uncertainty and worry.
The media shows a criminal shot dead by lawful abiding citizens.
But reality shows a man out on a jog who fought for his life that he lost.
I will not be silent.
My ancestors fought for our freedom and we gained it.
But I feel like we just simply got some outdoor time.
Those who let us out keep us on a chain called racism.
But when they do wrong they get a flick on the wrist.
When we do wrong we get put down.
I am scared-to go outside.
To live up to my expectations.
To see my own kids one day; and now to go on a walk.
Why should the color of my skin define what I am capable of doing?
I raise my fist high, knowing that I am supposed to be free in a world built with chains around our ankles;
and a fence around our futures.
We put our hands on the dashboard but you act like we are killers beyond belief.
You put the gun to our head and shoot 3 times depending on our skin tone.
Why?
It hurts to see our skin represent a court case for a murder we had nothing to do with.
You keep us locked up for a crime we didn’t commit.
You keep us on a leash we didn’t know we had.
You tear families apart by having them go to their son's funeral they didn’t expect to attend.
You keep waiting at the doorstep awaiting a answer;
when everyone inside is waiting for the break in to be over.
The excuses you make define what they think about us.
“I thought I saw a gun”
The words that took lives weeks after weeks.
I am afraid that soon it will turn to day after day where I live in quarantine from an everlasting pandemic called
Racism.
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This was in 2020, when George Floyd was killed in cold blood. I was 16 at the time and wouldn't be allowed to go to protests in the city no matter what. So instead I wrote what I felt. I wrote what I experienced and what it felt and feels like to be in my skin in todays world.