Tired, 2021
I’m tired
Tired of the one bad apple rhetoric
Tired of waiting for a change systemic
Tired of of screaming they just don’t get it
Tired of knowing they actually do
And just don’t care so the system keeps going
Tired of feeling compelled to write these kind of poems
Tired of being given the opportunity
The subject matter
That we still don’t matter
That reaction to non-threatening activity can be fatal
That no matter how respectful we can be
We are disrespected
No matter how peaceful we try to be
There is no peace
No matter how we try to go on with our lives
Authorities want to see us dead
Even if it’s not intentional
The potential is present
When you present a fatal tool
When the police use weapons instead of words
Intimidation instead of negotiation
Threats instead of vetting conversations
Shooting instead of sharing a moment of understanding
And this ends with us no longer standing
Laying in a pool of our own life essence
Our life’s presence fading away
Flowing into the gutter they say we come from
Like melted butter pooling at the bottom of the bucket
When they choose to pop caps over kernels of compassion
Assaulting us with a hail of gunshot
Whether we are armed or not
And it seems, more than often, to lean towards the not
When your cell phone can get you shot
Your wallet can get you shot
Your cigarette can get you shot
Your registration can get you shot
You air freshener can get you shot
Your keys can get you shot
Walking around in your own house can get you shot
Sleeping in your own bed can get you shot
Sleeping
In your own bed
And thanks to a broken system
You wake up dead
When you were just looking to wake up
Tired
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