Fear

I live in fear

But never for myself

Bystanders video, as the act done

 by “my people” takes place

But I am not one of “my people”

I live in fear

Not from them, but for them

Another mother who loses her son

Maybe from a gun

maybe from a cop kneeling on his neck

Either way it is not correct

Innocent lives lost, with no one to pay

Day after day, the fear grows

Sprouting into the unknown

Pouting people pray

But they could never repay 

“my people” keep their jobs

And their lives 

I wish things could go my way

For I would jump far forward to what I hope will be the good days