It all started during quarantine, everyone had nothing better to do than to be on social media all day. Then the worst happened, all over the news, George Floyd, an African-American man murdered by a police officer during an arrest. One of four police officers who arrived on the scene, knelt on Floyd’s neck and back for 9 minutes and 29 seconds which resulted in his death. I though is this what this world has come to. So blinded by a color that we don’t realize that we are the same. We may not look or act the same but we are all made up of the same things. I am no different than George yet he is dead and I remain. (may he rest in peace) I was filled with so much rage and somethig just kept telling me to write out what I was feeling, so I did.

Police brutality

They have different mentalities

Shootin people around like it’s casualty

I walk a mile it stays the same

This stop and frisk shyt everyday

It’s cause they’re black

That shyt is wack

Yeah yeah yeah

Police brutality

Police brutality

Police brutality

Police brutality

People dying for no reason

Cops is lying their the demons

Got their tasers, got their guns

Got you and me on the run

They havin fun

Oh shyt we’re done

Yea this war has just begun

I wrote this piece and it was as if a weight was lifted off of my shoulders. Not only did I find a way of venting but I also found a way to understand myself more. Putting these words on a page made me realize how dire the situation actually was. After this i completely fell in loove with writing. Theres certain things that i just cant wait to write down, and I’m so glad that police brutality was one of them. If it wasn’t because of this situation then i would’ve never found my current form of venting and coping.

Allison Chavez

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