Sweet dripping

My heart beat rushing a marathon

My eyes blurry

The police officer puts down pressure as he pins me

Down

I can feel his heavy breathing harder then my

As he puts the metal chains

Bounding my writs together

The violence makes my mind spin million ways

The violence effect that makes him think that the difference between colors

Is a bad thing

An evil thing

If I see

A Black Death dictated by a white superior over nothing

I’m

Gonna keep writing

Breathing

Living

Because no matter how much black kings and queens you  put down

There will be another black baby

Bring to live

To rule this earth.