Unarmed Black Male, 16, Shot and Killed by Police Officer.

The sounds of sirens fill my ears and I turn around quickly

My pace quickening, eyes flitting, my mouth a frown

His eyes watch me, anticipating the wrong move

They drown with animosity and I watch his hand move down

All I see is his gun

And who cares? No one

Look at him peering through my cars window, he’s just a violent, ignorant, contemptible “thug”

Walking my streets causing trouble, heinous like a poisonous drug

I need to stop him, question him, arrest him, kill him, empty my clip

That’s it! I’m stopping this…Now! Freeze!

I bet he has a gun

Who would’ve stopped him? No one

I’m frozen with trepidation as names come and go

Sean Bell, Oscar Grant, Steven Washington, Wendell Allen…all a part of a long list

All killed by him. All killed unjustly. Brutally.

And he got a mere slap on the wrist

The last thing they saw was his gun

And who cares? No one

He’s spewing obscenities, un-holstering his gun

I turn to run and as I glance back

I see him raise his gun with alacrity and without doubt

POW POW POW

The last thing I saw was his gun

And who cares? No one