Written by J. Coleman.
I’m so mad I don’t know what to do!
I feel so fucking helpless!
I want revenge so bad but I know it’s not the answer.
Your mind is a dangerous place to dwell when it’s filled with negativity. So many thoughts of ‘What if…?’ – or – ‘If I only could…’ – or – ‘If I had the power…’ – or – ‘If I was there…’ – or – ‘If I could only explain…’ – or – ‘If you would only listen…’ MAYBE IT WOULD HAVE BEEN DIFFERENT!
Lots of people that are of a different ethnicity than mine are trying to understand what we are going through. At least some people are trying.
Even though they’re not going through it, I wish I could make people understand what it is to be black in America.
It’s so hard to explain to people.
How do you explain an experience when some people won’t take the time to understand?
How do you explain that by just going to the store, I can get profiled because someone else did some shit (because they felt like they ran out of options) – and I match that description?
How do I explain that “Hey, all I’m doing is going to see my friends down the street” when I get pulled over, just to be asked where I’m going?
How do I explain that even though I don’t act like it, my life is in danger every time I leave the house, just because of the color of my skin- because I might look like a dude who may have possibly done something?
How can I explain how it felt when I’m taking a nice walk and a car full of white people called me a nigger and drove off?
How can I explain that if I defend myself against a group of white dudes, that they will probably twist the story and get my ass thrown in jail…when they started it?
How do I explain that I could be shot just for trying to show my identification?
How can I explain that fact that when other ethnic groups get to raise their flag, I don’t have one to raise because it was taken from me so long ago? I don’t even know what I am- what my ethnicity is. How can I explain that I am just black…I’m just a color…not a nationality. People don’t even see me as an African American.
I’M A COLOR IN A CRAYON BOX!
HOW DO I EXPLAIN?
