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Post Traumatic

Post Traumatic forgive me if I seem a bit dramatic. I can't breathe but I am not asthmatic. I have someone knee pressing down on my neck. Kill on sight just because my skin is not white so my wrongful death is automatic.
     Don't get me wrong this is not a black mans anger. It's just I am aware if a police officer is in fear for their life. That's a black man's danger.  Police brutality is far from a black man's stranger.  They say I am not a man. They call me a thug, or a black gang banger.  
  Why you roll your window up when I walk by?  Tuck your pocket book in, yet you have nothing to fear from me, but I could see the fear in your eyes.     Hold on you don't have to answer that question. You and I both know why.  I'm black in America living a white man's lie.  Shot in the streets onlookers gawking as I bleed out and die, on the late night news, they will watch a black mom cry.
      I'm not being political, just being analytical. racism has not died out. It's reaching it's pinnacle.  For me to be a black man in America my life condition is critical. If I drive a luxury car police assume I am criminal.  I can see the silent hatred in their eyes, yet the message is loud and clear although it's subliminal.
        Well all those blacks do is march and complain?  I can understand that coming from the mouth of those, that never felt a black man's pain. Yes we had a black President they say. Yet he had a white mother so that proves, not a dam thing changed. And if you can't see where I am coming from, you need a God dam brain.  
  Now they want to remove the history and atrocities of slavery, from the history books, to hide America shame.  
           Everytime things go wrong in this country. I am white America scapegoat, the white man's blame.  Black lives matter, how many bullets does it take, to make a black life shatter. On these grimy side walks I have seen black thoughts scatter. Gunshots leaves a back man's soul torn and tattered.
  Yes I live a life that's post traumatic. I'm black in America in fear for my life. Ask me if my trauma is real, or I am being to dramatic.
          
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