I can’t imagine coming home to my apartment only to be a target,
Shot at 41 times with only a wallet in my pocket,
19 bullets tore through my beautiful Black skin,
Bullet wounds singe,
As the police brutality and racial profiling wins yet again,
Another bigot grins as it is one less darkie…
I was an immigrant from Guinea minding my own business,
Trying to make it in a world,
With God as my witness,
And 41 shots later had my mother paying a visit,
To see where this massacre occurred,
Shot in the Bronx, but their wickedness preferred
To move the trial to Albany,
Figured the mostly white jury
Would help get the murderers acquitted,
Yes, old fashioned racism did it,
We are told time and time again
That our lives our worthless,
Even if they had this on video,
I’m pretty certain
They would’ve found a way to say the words,
“NOT GUILTY,”
The system is downright filthy,
People have protested, and the killings continue,
I was so beautiful,
But I was permanently discontinued,
Every goal or dream I had vanquished,
My country in anguish,
Hatred is a universal language,
I’ll say it again,
“HATRED IS A UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE…”
Surely, if four Black cops in plain clothes murdered an unarmed white man
Merely going into his apartment…
Justice would be served…
The nerve,
Of this thing to even go to a trial,
As soon as they moved the venue to Albany,
It was a wrap,
Can’t you see the sinister smile,
They do it with no grace, and no style,
Just a pile of manure that is the American scheme,
Fuck your American Dream,
41 shots just because,
You are lucky we didn’t shoot 50 shots,
Yes, they like shooting us A LOT,
Mercy me, look at my burial plot,
A riot if you try it,
Doesn’t take a psychic
To predict this would happen again,
This was 1999 my friend,
Now it is 2020…
I had the rest of my precious life in front of me…
A shame the travesty that was done to me…
American Beauty…
Isn’t she a cutie…