The WriteHer's Room

#Poetry #Sons Decisions are made in spilt seconds Devasting reactions to actions ... Misleading conduct you saw as threat Don't tell me there weren't any underlying factors....You took no precaution in the moment...If you had you would have seen the innocence in his eyes instead of skin Skin that I rubbed with cocoa butter on school days covering weekend scratches of young boys being boys...His smile alone should have caused hesitation...Cooperation became part of our conversations...From the time he was old enough to understand...He knew that officers with guns drawn meant raised hands and full cooperation to all demands...I know he must of been scared because I was...We send them out never knowing how they may come back...If I knew today would have been the last day I would have hugged him a little longer...Engaged in our secret handshake and thanked him for that time he let me beat him at video games...Maybe you didn't believe he was loved....All you saw was skin synonymous with Thug...While we are given minimal news coverage and shaded by Hannity and Friends...We listen to eulogies...Burying children carried by six knowing you'll never see the eyes of twelve angry men ...See someone too high up to write to may decide that paid leave will give us enough time to grieve and maybe mothers of the slain will reconsider their positions...Your job on my table is not consoling that does not give me back warmth or laughter...It doesn't stop me from missing the graduation he'll never see...Or giving him back the chance to be the man he'll never get to Be...In those moments faith falters and I cry for those who are living it...Because for me it's just a poem releasing my frustration over the current situation...But for so many it's reality their sons look like mine enough melanin to make them scary...They become martyrs of a movement...We scream out injustices and chant their names for emphasis...Wear their faces on shirts retell their stories but they are sons...Born to mothers...who miss them and losing them is the itch they cnt scratch you only get one go at life and shots cnt be taken back If you Share or repost please tag and shout me out lol...Thanks in advance #Sons #Original2020 #Writer #WritersRoom #Dope #Artistry #Poetry #Poem #Poet #Artist #Creative #Words #MiaNBonds #Love #Beautiful #SpokenWord #BlkGirlMagic #WritersRSexy #SensitiveAboutMyShit #Dreams #DareToBeDifferent #IWroteIt #ISayWhatIFeel #WordsAreMyAir #Pen2Paper #InkThis #Urban #WordMagic #TheBestIsYet2Come #StandStill