Category: Poetry

You raped a woman behind
a bar and get more sympathy
than the woman you violated.
Judges will protect you, give
you a lighter sentence for
your “5 minutes of action.”

You drive drunk killing four
people but you serve no
time because of who your
daddy is. You get a suspended
sentence.

You shot a black man for
Knocking on your door. You
Shot Colton and raped Tina
but it’s okay, they weren’t
The white color anyway.

You drive a van into a crowd
because a woman won’t sleep
with you. They won’t call you terrorist
because that term is only for
those who are brown.

You shoot a man sitting in his backyard
22 times for holding a cell phone
and then take a mass shooter to
burger king before taking him to jail.

You walk around with tiki
torches, dressed as prep school
boys armed to the teeth. You drive
a car into a crowd killing a woman
but there are “good people on both
sides”

Taking responsibility has been replaced
by hypocrisy, understanding by ignorance,
the right thing by the right wing
But none of that matters when you’re
Not the White Color

She looks down at the city, poison
running through her veins, hatred
prowling her streets. She sees the apathy,
the racism coming from those who are
meant to protect.

Streets and alleys filled with the souls
of her people, people let down by a system
designed to keep them in their place. She
reaches down and takes them into her bosom, she
sings them a song to calm their restless hearts.

Her song lights the path, a path that she has
walked too many times. She guides the way for
her people, into the spirit world her people walk,
leaving a world that has no justice…no peace.

The Great Spirit looks down at the city, at the world
she created, her tears continue to flow. “When will
there be a place for us?” She asks herself.
“When will we have justice, when will we have peace?”