How do I sum up all of my frustrations
into this writing?
How do I explain what it’s like to see
for a petty
When a [white] rapist
gets out of his jail sentence early.
How am I to express myself in a country
that prides itself
in freedom of speech
our cries fall
on deaf ears.
That my black peers
for the clothes that they wear
the tattoos that they have
the hairstyles that they rock
to the skin that they were born with.
How do I speak to a country
that only responds with bullets?