We Are Tired Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

The sum of all fears has our minds on a rampage of vindication.

Brothers are being shot dead sitting in a car with legal representation.

We can't even clean our front yard without an entourage of protect and serve in target practice position.

Firemen run into burning constructions not fearing for their safety with natural affections.

Waking up each morning for a Black man or a Black woman is hazardous to our health.

Barbequing with nature and white pride is threatened.

Listening to hip hop music dressed you with a black robe, gave you a gavel, became our jury and pronounced death.

The law gives us thirty days for expired tags before we are fined.

Caucasian civil minded citizens say it is their duty to report you with expired tags.

POTUS can collaborate with Russia to steal elections and can finger women without a cause and effect.

Black POTUS was ostracized for his citizenship by white POTUS and everything else is fake news.

After almost sixty years we still are not able to sit at a counter without being asked to leave.

Equality, what democracy, where is racism dead, racism has evolved into stand your ground.

Your hands did not create us but your hands do murder us; we are perceived as threats; what did we ever do to you besides being born.

Your reign of tyranny, your reign of oppression, your reign of hatred, it all comes from the examination of yourselves.

Standing in the spirit of Tommie Smith; standing with John Carlos; kneeling with Colin Kaepernick; we stand and we kneel.

We are tired of the rhetoric; we are tired of the consolation prize; we are simply just tired of dying because of the color of our skin.

Written by Theodore Mosley

October 17,2019