Being Black (Poem)

Today’s Weekly Poem is Titled, Being Black. It’s my take on what it’s like being black. This poem was originally posted on my Ko-fi page. So for exclusive posts follow me there. https://ko-fi.com/kexumhitm

Being Black:

Being black in America is like having a target symbol painted on my face
I got to constantly look over my shoulder
Cause I know a Karen is holding hate in her heart that is as big as a bolder
Cops ready to empty the clip because they can
How to get away with murder just become a cop
How they do a home invasion and end with a murder and they still a cop
Got to say a prayer before bed like god please don’t let the police run-up in my crib and kill my family and me
Suspect in custody but she died in her sleep
Or please don’t let me eat some ice cream in my crib and catch a bullet from a veteran cop
Lord don’t let me get stopped tomorrow and have a fed put his body pressure on me until I lose my breath
I bet they’ll try to say he had asthma and it was hot that’s why he passed
I’ll be another nigga dead and gone they’ll probably catch on later like they did Elijah
Being black is like being targeted by the feds, Karen’s and my own
Because a nigga will put me in a grave just to get these foams off my feet
God forbid I have on my chain they going kill me just for the ice on my neck
Kill me because they thought I was with a set
They’ll kill me because of where I live
Fuck they’ll even shoot toddlers like what the fuck they do?
This Skin makes me feel like I will never win
You can paint every street in the world but it still feels like this shit won’t ever end

Author: K. Exum
K. Exum is an up and coming author & poet. He looks to make his longtime childhood dream job his reality. By creating this blog, he seems to show his skills for writing. His hunger for success and dedication to turn his ordinary life into his dreams has brought him to this point. K is currently working on his 5th spoken word project, "Poetic Gift." Reach out by this email to connect! founderofhitm@gmail.com