Writing Prompt #80: Use one, some or all of these words in a story or poem
Jar, paperweight, cloth, key, white, grip, flashlight, stone, shelf, mark, camera, run
Sometimes I wish I had a jar full of masks that will make me invisible to people like you
Like the fabric in its cloth will make me look like you
You know white
It’s not that I don’t like my color
But I wish I didn’t have to try and not act scared when I see someone wearing navy blue
When I see you drive past me then suddenly make a U-turn
Just the sight of you makes me want to put the pedal to the metal and go on a run
But when Brooks ran you shot him multiple times
When George surrendered you choked him
When Jacob walked away he was shot in the back
Literally, there’s no key to this lock called being black
When you walk up on my window and shine your flashlight
I just think to myself that there’s a chance today that I will see the light
You ask for my I.D while your grip is firmly placed on your weapon
Now all I can think of is a coffin is where I’m bout to be sleeping in
But I can’t let you know I’m scared so I try to keep composure
Relax and smile a bit for the camera your wearing
Sometimes I wonder why you even wear it
It’s not like a judge will actually rule against you when the racism holds their opinions down like a paperweight
This country is filled with hate
Between races and cops
I wonder when will it stop
Will it stop with another election?
It’s been 45 presidents and not 1 has even made war on black people a point of interest
Not until it became a trend from the protests
This idea of they care about us should be hung up on a shelf
There is literally slave owner faces carved in stone
We used to be owned like a piece of property
That’s a mark that can’t be covered
Did I use all the words yet?
