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