Writing Prompt #44: Start poem with “These are the things I no longer wish to understand”
These are the things I no longer wish to understand
Like how do someone walk into someone else home and shoot them at point-blank range
And not one juror or judge think this is wrong
Kudos to the brother and family for being strong
While the system continues to fuck us
These are the things I no longer wish to understand
Like how does your story get to even be believed
I bet he had a story but we can’t hear his, can we
And yet you cry like I’m supposed to feel pitty
I wish it was me
And if it was you
He would have life with no chance of parole
Can’t even be safe in your own home
Sitting around eating ice cream could get you shot by a four-year veteran cop
Who was so sleepy and tired that she didn’t realize she was in someone else’s home
These are the things I no longer wish to understand
These are the things I never want to understand
Black man, black man your days are numbered
Even if you do the right thing
A cop can still let their gun sing
Bullets hit your soul
Your blood turns cold
As the system continues to control
The truth will never unfold
Because our bodies are always left with bullet holes
These are the things I don’t ever wish to understand
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