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| R.I.P. Ahmaud Arbery |
Ear buds check,
Keys check,
Nike’s check,
Off through my neighborhood
To get my heart and lungs going
I jog almost every day
To feel my blood flowing
It’s a Sunday afternoon
The weather is nice
I step out the front door
Turn on my Fitbit device
I wave to the neighbors
Why they wave their gun?
I’m just on a run
Out in the daylight sun
I breathe in
The sweet air of the free
Next thing I see
A white truck’s chasing me
It pulls in front
So I change my course
The two men decide to use excessive force
A man jumps out
He grabs my shirt
I’m on high alert as he shoved me to the dirt
Two guns pointed
Right at my chest
I’m unarmed and no bulletproof vest
I lunge for his piece
They open fire
I fall to the ground
My life’s about to expire
The pain is sharp
I see my blood flowing
My hearts pumping fast
I feel my lungs going
My last thought
As I cease to exist
They’ll get away
With a case dismissed
Dead on the street
Though with no provocation
“Stand your ground”
Their defensive proclamation
I lament the racism that prevails today in the United States.
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