one shot,
two shots,
three shots
… twenty more
target is down,
and he’s stone cold dead.
A life is lost,
a son is gone,
a brother is taken,
a husband is no more,
a father is killed,
a friend is dead
the list goes on…
To them,
he’s just another
disposable black man.
His phone,
a weapon
that struck fear
in their hearts.
How is it that a black man can be killed in his own backyard where even his phone is mistaken as a weapon. He’s riddled with enough bullets to take a small army, yet serial killers get taken peacefully, living at the expense of taxpayers and they get to have their day in court?
a cooking pot and twisted tales 
It is an awful place, this world… As it is kind enough to people of all moral values… Sometimes I do wonder if that’s fair!!
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Well expressed. All of this violence has to stop.
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Heartbroken with you Jaqueline. When I was less than 5 I saw three police beat a Puerto Rican brother to death in my housing project. I say brother because we’re all family in this world. I’ve only just processed the memory. Why must we still endure this injustice? Why?
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I am stunned. Truly, my jaw actually fell when I heard. God made us all equal – what has happened? I am at a loss for more words. I can only pray for those feeling the loss and for the violence to stop.
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