While Black

True Story Its the 1980's and It's a early summer night And I'm standing across The street from my best friends building on Findlay Ave In the Bronx when a police car stops and 2 cops get out and first thing you notice In plain site is That one cop is Black the other one's White You live here? Stand straight on your feet ! Yes sir I do live on this block In that building right across the street. We got a report that 2 Blackmen are around here Carrying guns So what do you think we are we gonna do? Did the report say They looked like us In your rush For a fuss When the call came thru Or will any two Little niggers that Look like Us Black boys do? Smart ass cops Wanted to frisk and my protest wasnt best and my mental was burnt Because if I stood my ground Me and my best friend Could get hurt So we took it. And we had to acquiesce In spite of my protest turned around and Assumed the position Hands on the wall Legs spread Like the bad guys We always saw on tv Only this time The bad guys being frisked For nothing more Than being brown skinned In a bad neighborhood Was him and me Innocently nothing Is found No apologies given And as they Drive off Silently and disappointedly I locked eyes With the black cop As to say Why us when you Look like me Why us I thought you was a brother, did we really fit The inscription Of your description Why us Never knowing This mental PTSD Would never stop Because This was the 1st Of many nights That we'd be stopped By yet another cop Serve & Protect Or Falsely Accuse Punish & Mentally Enslave and abuse Stay Woke! JRob~The WiseSon Copy Written Material © May 12,2020 A Deeper Shade of Soul, Ent. Inc. all rights reserved