Poetry Corner: The Revolutionary Black Man

Even in police custody I could be killed like Sandra Bland,

or on camera like Eric Garner

Matter of fact, let me show some respect,

pull up my pants and show my hands,

or better yet, Ima drop to my knees screaming, “Please don’t shoot!”

You know 1 of you crooked cops might say I ran; a big, strong, intelligent, black man and he’s not an athlete

Oh yea the world knows the American isn’t my fan.

Ima talk my talk ruffle,

a few feathers and cause the governments destruction before I stand.

Look my jury in the eyes, “Sentence me to life on the plantation,

just know I told no lies so my soul won’t die.