It’s time for change (this is my poem you have to read a certain way I’m sure my ladies with get it ) ENJOY LOVES❤️

Hands up, Don’t shoot” what do those words mean to you there supposed to be the words that save our life’s ..... but they lied but can I ask whose life does is save as a white man stands tall but a black ends up in a grave!! My color is a weapon , my stride is a threat , my voice is a gun but I ain’t done yet , my movements are like bullets , my emotions get me killed they trying to cover up the truth but I’m gonna show what’s real ... A black man can’t cross that street without someone thinking he’s a gang banger if you look at me you probably think my daddy was a dope slanger. You use you’re tactics to get your ways but your tactics is why things stay they same you raise your gun once my voice is raised it’s still the same DAMN STORY!! just a new name but it’s time to break the chain it’s time for change. Once you know what I know it might make you sick but we have to scream and shout just for the image to stick BRUTALITY IS LIKE SLAVERY you just wait to be chosen my ancestors had papers but my voice is my token my check to freedom our time to shine you won’t give me what I want then I’m gonna DAMN sure fight for what’s mine.