The submissions deadline is Friday, February 17, 2023.
3129 pulled the trigger
The world stands still
His girlfriend is screaming and crying
She’s angry and wants to kill
He walked away without looking behind
Talked to his radio “we have a situation”
I’m frozen as a statue but begin to tear up without hesitation
When he was shot his body was left open
For me I remember everything . . . in slow motion
I memorized the officer’s face.
Long nose, pale skin and slanted eyes
But his badge number was most important
He shot him so quickly, to stop him . . . I didn’t have enough time
3 years later, my cousin is buried in the dirt . . . decaying and alone
It’s so quiet and empty without him at home
Auntie says because I saw what had happened, I’m scarred for life.
She’s probably right because I’m terrified to close my eyes
Afraid to walk outside
Afraid to look at a neighborhood officer and say hi
I can’t stand to look at his room door across the hall
Even when I open it, my thoughts will go crazy
I lose my balance, so I can’t stand tall
10-year-old black girl sees her cousin shot by a white man
By a cop
By someone who ran
When the gun made its shot
Imagine that, 3129
You damaged a 10-year-old’s black girl mind
You murdered her best friend, you damaged his lover
Is this a new trend
Maybe not because you didn’t have any charges
Nor did u break your cover
Sisters . . . heartbroken
His mother . . . mournful but no words spoken
His girlfriend won’t stop crying and refuses to move on
You took him away from his family, which is the strongest bond
3129 I hope you hear and this gets to you
Because forgiveness is something I will never do
Nor will I act in ignorance and come for you
Two years later. Now I’m 15
I still have nightmares of the horror I’d seen
My mom is struggling
My dad can hardly sleep
Thankfully my little brother is still care free
But Auntie still cries at night
When I look at her eyes, they no longer shine
Over the years I’ve realized the justice system is corrupt
Fred Hampton, Rekia Boyd, Tamir Rice, my cousin
The more I think about it, I slowly lose it
If I protest, I get shot
If I let things slide, I’ll have heated thoughts
So what do I do?
The only thing promised in life is death, right?
But I have too much ahead of me to die out of spite
So my cousin J can watch over me, and be proud of his baby girl.
I’ll make a difference. Change the world.