Sunday, June 7, 2015

A Wreath for a Dead Man

The Arts: Poetry ---

A Dead Man

"I'm old enough to know that ain't no justice."
                                                                                           ---Tupac Shakur

I am a dead man,
Though not quite yet.
But I might as well be,
For I am a black man.
From a chokehold
Or from multiple bullets,
Or by cardiac arrest
From an X twenty six -
From either one of those
I can take my pick.
No witness to tell my story;
It will be buried with me.
But the uniformed one?
He knows but will not tell.
He has been telling "a" story;
He said that I threatened him.
He will say that I attacked him,
How he feared for his life.
My story does not matter -
Not to them; not in the least  -
My story that I was unarmed, 
That for my own life I feared.
My life does not matter -
Not to them, it doesn't -
For I am a black man,
A dead man.
I am a dead man,
A black man.

[photo art by Ric Couchman]

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