I live in fear
But never for myself
Bystanders video, as the act done
by “my people” takes place
But I am not one of “my people”
I live in fear
Not from them, but for them
Another mother who loses her son
Maybe from a gun
maybe from a cop kneeling on his neck
Either way it is not correct
Innocent lives lost, with no one to pay
Day after day, the fear grows
Sprouting into the unknown
Pouting people pray
But they could never repay
“my people” keep their jobs
And their lives
I wish things could go my way
For I would jump far forward to what I hope will be the good days