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How am I supposed to explain...the pain to someone that wouldn't lend an ear...to hear my fear about towards people in blue....who to you seem like heroes, people who do.....only what they have to You admit that some are corrupt, some aren't right but black people need to coop, you think we always fight against people that carry guns? have all the might? historically oppressing people of color, have been the plight I have done nothing wrong, but still my hands I raise heart beating out of my chest, eyes are glazed I feel them filling up, and I'm amazed, that I feel total fear I feel depraved, but I have done nothing wrong, is being black, just enough to play the song, to take us back to Jim crow and his friend, ancestors in a shack, shackled up by their hands, feet and on their back is the American dream, American promise, It said I promise you can be free, I promise but here I am 200 years later, flashing red and blue lights behind me, light a light saber I smile, I'm courteous, I'm kind, put on my best behavior hoping I'm not sent to meet my maker because I've done nothing wrong
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC
The Police & I
How am I supposed to explain...the pain to someone that wouldn't lend an ear...to hear my fear about towards people in blue....who to you seem like heroes, people who do.....only what they have to You admit that some are corrupt, some aren't right but black people need to coop, you think we always fight against people that carry guns? have all the might? historically oppressing people of color, have been the plight I have done nothing wrong, but still my hands I raise heart beating out of my chest, eyes are glazed I feel them filling up, and I'm amazed, that I feel total fear I feel depraved, but I have done nothing wrong, is being black, just enough to play the song, to take us back to Jim crow and his friend, ancestors in a shack, shackled up by their hands, feet and on their back is the American dream, American promise, It said I promise you can be free, I promise but here I am 200 years later, flashing red and blue lights behind me, light a light saber I smile, I'm courteous, I'm kind, put on my best behavior hoping I'm not sent to meet my maker because I've done nothing wrong
A story of getting pulled over for a random traffic stop and feeling an irrational, heart pounding time of fear
thecalmeststorm
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC
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