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We are getting murdered

June 15, 2021
By Ailynespinal26 BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
Ailynespinal26 BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
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Why are we judged by the color of our skin?

Why are we looked down upon?

Why are we getting killed for no reason?

Why are we seen as ¨thugs¨?

WHY? WHY? WHY?


Being black isn't really about being black,

It's about if you portray the color.

If your color doesn't match theirs, 

And that makes us a threat

Being black means, 

We have no privilege 


Privilege, what a funny word 

Wonder what that feels like.

Privilege, something I want

But will never have.

Privilege, something that 

Has brung this country to ruins.


Imagine being black for a second

Walking home after a long day,

And you getting arrested with force out of nowhere,

Just because you fit the description of a criminal…

Imagine you driving home and a police officer killing you

Because she confused a short, bright, yellow taser

For a longer, darker and heavier gun.


Imagine going to a deli to buy something

And cops come out of nowhere to arrest you,

You aren´t resisting arrest,

Yet they threaten you and use force

Throw you on the ground and place their knee on your neck,

Continue pressing hard and your in pain yelling,

¨I CAN'T BREATHE!¨ ¨I CAN'T BREATHE!¨

But they continue… and you die?

No you didn't die!  you got murdered for no reason

Is this what the world has come to?

Are these the people that are supposed to ¨protect¨ us?

Are these the people we should trust?


We take them to court,

We defend ourselves 

We show proof about our injustices

But our cases still get dismissed

The justice system has failed us 

We are seen as guilty as soon as we walk in


Imagine going to public places wearing regular clothes

And people walking away from you because you dress ¨like a gangster¨

If you have designer stuff people assuming that you stole it

Having money means that you get it an illegal way

Why can't we just be treated like regular human beings

Why can't we be accepted for who we are


WE are getting killed

WE are getting discriminated against

WE are dying

WE are innocent people

WE are in agony

WE we are afraid

WE need help


The author's comments:

This poem is strictlly about the reality of being black in the United States


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on Jun. 17 2021 at 9:43 pm
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
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Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)<br /> <br /> "Upon his bench the pieces lay<br /> As if an artwork on display<br /> Of gears and hands<br /> And wire-thin bands<br /> That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]

take this poem to the teen ink contests section. in there there's a thing called I matter asking for black lives matter poems. there's a 500$ prize if you win and they spread your poem and stuff.