Stop Now

 

I am screaming in terror . . .

in rage . . .

stray bullets . . .

pretty little baby girls . . .

innocent little boys . . . just . . .

just playing in the park . . .

now both are dead . . .

just little pick ninnies . . .

chattel for the plantation . . .

a tax write off . . .

and pennies in the pockets . . .

of the undertaker . . .

give the mammy a pill . . .

to treat the post traumatic stress . . .

because they lie, they lie . . .

all lives don’t matter . . .

no matter how many tears cry . . .

lets blind fold the judge . . .

blind fold the jury . . .

lets see if justice . . .

will be just when blind . . .

I’m still screaming in terror . . .

in rage . . .

senseless death . . .

heartless . . .

soulless beings . . .

darkness haunting . . .

innocent people marching . . .

and angry people looting . . .

while privilege people incite riots . . .

talk about a sit down . . .

but the billy clubs still be wielding . . .

jolts of electricity still flaming . . .

my rage is screaming . . .

with terror . . .

do you hear . . .

do you care . . .

it’s my flesh and blood . . .

falling to his knees . . .

his eyes rolling . . .

to the back of his head . . .

now he’s filled with embalming fluid . . .

her big ass and natural hair . . .

you ridicule . . .

call it ugly in the day light . . .

but at night . . .

you sneak around . . .

and sniff her ass . . .

she don’t want him . . .

she wants you . . .

to protect her . . .

all 6’5″ of you . . .

your bulging and shiny . . .

black muscular arms . . .

your sweet, deep, and raspy voice . . .

but they, they cut off your balls . . .

and made me the head of the house hold . . .

as long as you were gone . . .

they give me relief . . .

welfare, food stamps . . .

and I give them access to all . . .

my personal business . . .

no knock warrant . . .

left grandma dead . . .

oops they say . . .

it’s the wrong apartment . . .

no respect . . .

no one cares . . .

oh but I scream in terror . . .

in rage . . .

my video playing boy . . .

afraid to go out . . .

to run . . .

to play in the fresh air . . .

he’s tall for his age . . .

he wears hoodies . . .

he puts his purchases in his pocket . . .

he’s a suspect, stop him . . .

shoot him if he runs . . .

beat him if he puts up his hands . . .

tase him while he lays broken . . .

he is my baby boy . . .

he wants to play . . .

but you get to go home . . .

to your baby boy . . .

cause you walk away from murder . . .

free and clear . . .

my baby I scream . . .

my baby is disposable . . .

I scream in terror . . .

I scream in rage to pierce your ears . . .

 

 

© Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria  12/31/15

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16 thoughts on “Stop Now

    1. No I didn’t know this song but I can picture a group of hippies smoking drugs and listening to this. 🙂 I don’t hate I just want to educate and promote love and understanding.

      1. I’m glad you were inspired by even a little of it. There are those out there who are doing good for all of us. I take that to heart and know it’s true. xo

        1. You know I smile at everyone when I’m outside. I hardly get a smile back that’s why the other day this lady gave me the biggest and brightest smile before I smiled and it warmed me so. I knew she was warm person.

          1. Keep smiling at people. You never know what that smile may bring to someone. And who knows, maybe that lady who smiled so warmly at you was from the “Conscious Army” too, like you and I are. 🙂 Hugs…

  1. I’m not sure how I came to be here tonight, but I was definitely meant to hear/read your message. What an emotionally powerful poem. That’s a total understatement to describe the emotion that comes from such a deep place of being invisible and unheard for so, so long. A place that I can’t even imagine being in. And that photo of that tiny girl…words fail. I loved the video, thanks for sharing this. Let’s hope that this year brings some positive changes. Happy New Year, Kimberly!
    Gayle ~

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