Wake Up!

Years ago I wrote my first poem about crimes against African Americans. As I am getting older it's becoming more and more the norm in today's society. From Trayon, Mike, Oscar, Sandra and now Nia. You can't turn on the news and not see that someone in some state, some city, some town has been killed. Its has little kids scared of police officers because a family member was killed by a cop. You have black on black crime where we are killing each other over territory. Here is the reality we don't own the block. No matter how many kilos are sold the truth is the city , the state , and the government owns the block. You can't drive on the highway even because a rival might recognize you, it was part of an initiation, or you happen to cut them off and the road rage had them pull out a glock to even the score. I write about injustice and even how a college educated woman could be pulled over, asked about the car she is driving if it is hers, ask her to d...