Do We Not Matter?

We live in a society
Where melanin equates to hate,
And leads
To murder.
Cold. Bloodied. Murder.
By those who are meant to make us feel safe
The most.

The police.
The most corrupt creation of all.
Abusing their power
And for what?
The validation?
The placard on the wall?
The pay check?

It doesn’t make sense at all!

As people of colour
Are we meant to leave our homes
Not knowing if we will return to
Our loved ones later on?
Is that the meaning of life?
Is THIS the life I have been destined?

Is this the life that has been written for me?

Please tell me why,
The police believe they can beat
Innocent civilians to death?
Sexually assault and murder women
And shoot people from inside their own homes?
And yet
THEY
can go home to their
Wives, husbands and kids,
Whereas, those people,
Those innocent people
Will never see another day again!

The police are designed
To make us feel safe.
And protect us from the world.
But instead,
They’ve become the one thing we fear the most.

Melanin isn’t what equates to hate,
Ego and power is.
Believing you’re above the law
And that “this is a man’s world”.

Listen
This is not a man’s world
This is the real world.
Power doesn’t allow you the right to end lives,
To use force on peaceful protests.
Ego shouldn’t allow you the rape women
To scare women.
To harass women.

Do. Goddamn. Better.
Do your jobs.
The actual Goddamn job.
Not the job you believe you have.

“We need to do better if we are to live harmoniously”

Pftt. NO!

They need to do better.

Surely, our lives matter.