My hands were up,

my brother screamed "Don't shoot!" But their mind was clouded,

their eyes only saw in black and white

and I was only just another color they wanted to wash away.

I made no threat but still ended up

with six warning shots in my back.

As the shots fired, one, my body jerked i fell on one knee.

Two, three, four, five the last thing i could hear was my mother's scream,

crying asking god why they had to take her baby.

But maybe she should ask why he let people be so hateful.

Now i'm just another chalk outline. Another black kid that got nowhere in life.

And i guess that's what the officer wanted anyway.

And it should make us question who can we trust when even the man with the badge breaks the law.

Now my brother feels more safe walking down a dark alley at night then seeing red and blue lights.

And I'm praying that he won't become a victim of the system.

I'm hoping that people come to the realization that violence isn't the answer.

That we must love one another.

Because even though I died by the hand of a man who only saw in black and white, who thought white was right.

I do not hate him.

I hate his sin.

And even though he killed me he could never kill my pride,

because I am still alive,

when you look out and see marches and protests

I am there

And all desire is justice and peace.