Poem -

Listen

 Watch as a person is watching me, 
Listen to the phone call that is being made saying someone is playing with a gun,
Listen as the cops come around and one shot i'm on the ground,
Listen to the sound of the cops hiding a water gun because they knew it wasn't real,
Listen to the sounds of people pulling out their phone and at a press of a button recording me bleeding out, but no one is daring to help, 
Listen to the words of the people say it's just another black person shot, but still no one is daring to help,
Listen to the sound of a man killing a 4 year girl down the street but only I can hear,
Listen to the words of me say I am INNOCENT,
Listen to the quietness of 10 minutes before the ambulance comes
Listen to the sound of me being placed on a stretcher and a handcuff connecting me to it,
Listen  to the questions of a policeman asking me what is my name and age,
But listen to the response of a young black 14 year old ask for her mother
But in return I get put into the ambulance and rushed off to the hospital,
Listen to the sound of a house phone ring only for my mom to get the call that I'm in the hospital arrested,
Listen to the sound of my mother rushing to her car and speeding to the hospital to come save me,
Listen to the sound of me being prepped for surgery and the sound of a policeman's radio who is guarding my door,
Listen to the sound of a tv turning on and on my story popping up and people entertained,
Listen to the words of my mother say devil I can't let you win and the quietness of my room for 4 days until i'm gone,
Listen to the slapping of the handcuffs that are being placed on my hands and words of me say I am INNOCENT,
Listen to the words of my mother say baby its ok I got you and the words of a policeman say trail is coming up and don't you miss it. 
Listen to the switching of the story the policemen tells in court and the jury saying she is found guilt in every which way,
Listen to the judge say 17 years without bail,
Listen to the sound of the chains that are being placed on me as I walk,
Listen to the sound of my cell door closing and I yell INNOCENT, 
Listen to the quietness for 17 years until I am free,
Listen to the words my mother say now that you are free will take him to court, but we lose
But only to find me dead the next morning by a cop and people march for my justice, Before I  am wiped off the face of the earth did you listen to the words of me say I was innocent or were you the one that recorded me bleeding out, or the one that said just another black person shot, or the one that was suppose to march for my justice but instead  set fires and rob stores, or the one that just made comments on the video,
Because if you listened how did I go away for 17,
So I will ask you again did you listen to the words of me say I was innocent?

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