Black Lives Matter

Well I wish we all heard what
Nelson Mandela said,
‘Nothing is black or white,
But we out here fighting for one
and forgetting the other.’

Crucial incidents.

Made up accidents.

Color blame.

Race blame.

I am not a color!

I am human!

So I heard black stands for darkness,
Making them folks fear for what they stand for.

Black is treated as guilt.
Forgetting about Justice and getting it killed.

So, what’s going on?
Shooting because I was spotted around a crime scene?

I still get shot even though my hands are up and can be seen?
Bullet on my knees and slowly dropping to the ground.

So, what sold me out and yet I did nothing!

My colour, huh!

Black lives matter.

But my blackness gets judged and
makes life harder.

‘Officer I didn’t do it.’
‘Officer, please let me go!
My family is waiting.’
‘Officer, I can’t breathe.’

Your knee on my neck is hurting me.’

‘Officer if I have to go then tell my family I love them,
Of… f…ice…r..’

Dropped dead.
Justice never served.
My black color sold me out.
I won’t beg God to turn me to their favorite,
But I’ll pray that y’all see each other as equal.

Hey judge, pass the sentence if there is enough evidence.

The Jury says that I am guilty, and it’s 0K if I am.

Don’t judge me with my appearance,
Sometimes the cover of the book ain’t interesting.
The content will shock you.

Black lives matter they say,
But I don’t see color so should you.

Ibrahim Ali Rasso

Ibrahim was born in February 16, 1998. He is a Christian male aged 22 from Mombasa city in Kenya. Africa is his mother continent. He lives alone and currently studying ICT. He loves writing and drawing. He is also a pencil artist, it’s been a successful journey because God has been his guide since day one. He has four Muslim brothers and one Christian sister. He grew up in different houses in search for a home. His mum died in 2005 and he lived with his siblings, finding their way out together. His life could fill a book but for now this is the short story of who he is.