Nov 2015
Good Evening Officer,
My name is Phillip Pringle
I am a male, who has chosen to like females and my favorite cereal is Lucky Charms. I come from a time where math class had actual numbers and I know that cause me and Smart Guy would solve problems every Sunday. A time where no one needed to worry for their future because a friend named Phil already lived there and if he did not visit then Raven Simone could tell me the next time I'd see him. In elementary school I was made fun of for having a squeaky voice, in middle school I would yell at my teachers and the only mistake I made in high school was not being an emotionally abusive 6 foot 4 light skin.
In the mornings, I turn off my alarm- sleep for ten more minutes and show up late to class, at nights I position my sheets to cover my feet because it just feels safer. When I was four, my mother taught me how to tie my shoes, when I was eight my sister laughed when I told her about my crush when I was 10 my father taught me how to change a tire, I am now 18 and my mother will still beat me if I come home with a cigarette in my mouth.
I am a 6 feet tall, 119 pounds, and I continue to fall off my skateboard. I have an iPhone, I can't afford a pair of Jordan's and I have yet to Netflix and Chill. My favorite rapper is J.Cole, I struggled in my science class and the food I eat on campus is disgusting. But despite how much I humanize myself you will still shoot me like the monster you are.
Officer I have learned in the span of the last three years that your executions are not executions, and your guns are not guns. But your homicides are homages. And your murders are offerings. The Miranda warning is preaching, your orders are teaching, your spirit is pride and our bloodshed is tithe. Officer I've learned that my mother's cry is just a hymn waiting to be written- and every morning from 7 to 5 you drive in the church with your 9 millimeter bible and evangelize. So before I become one of your martyrs-- let me bless you with my final words.
People like me..
Before we are born, We intertangle with the moon, I know that because twilight leaves it's patterns all over our skin. And despite each constant oscillation with the sun and the northern stars, we are still bounded to earth like soldiers to a battlefield.
Marching.
Marching.
And because of that our children will take our gravestones to the final objective- we will tell them that they were not expected to excellence but make peace with mediocrity.
My name is Phillip Pringle
I am a male, who has chosen to like females and my favorite cereal is Lucky Charms. I come from a time where math class had actual numbers and I know that cause me and Smart Guy would solve problems every Sunday. A time where no one needed to worry for their future because a friend named Phil already lived there and if he did not visit then Raven Simone could tell me the next time I'd see him. In elementary school I was made fun of for having a squeaky voice, in middle school I would yell at my teachers and the only mistake I made in high school was not being an emotionally abusive 6 foot 4 light skin.
In the mornings, I turn off my alarm- sleep for ten more minutes and show up late to class, at nights I position my sheets to cover my feet because it just feels safer. When I was four, my mother taught me how to tie my shoes, when I was eight my sister laughed when I told her about my crush when I was 10 my father taught me how to change a tire, I am now 18 and my mother will still beat me if I come home with a cigarette in my mouth.
I am a 6 feet tall, 119 pounds, and I continue to fall off my skateboard. I have an iPhone, I can't afford a pair of Jordan's and I have yet to Netflix and Chill. My favorite rapper is J.Cole, I struggled in my science class and the food I eat on campus is disgusting. But despite how much I humanize myself you will still shoot me like the monster you are.
Officer I have learned in the span of the last three years that your executions are not executions, and your guns are not guns. But your homicides are homages. And your murders are offerings. The Miranda warning is preaching, your orders are teaching, your spirit is pride and our bloodshed is tithe. Officer I've learned that my mother's cry is just a hymn waiting to be written- and every morning from 7 to 5 you drive in the church with your 9 millimeter bible and evangelize. So before I become one of your martyrs-- let me bless you with my final words.
People like me..
Before we are born, We intertangle with the moon, I know that because twilight leaves it's patterns all over our skin. And despite each constant oscillation with the sun and the northern stars, we are still bounded to earth like soldiers to a battlefield.
Marching.
Marching.
And because of that our children will take our gravestones to the final objective- we will tell them that they were not expected to excellence but make peace with mediocrity.
