By Kimelia Carter
"To be honest, I’m numb.
I’ve turned off every emotion
Unwilling to deal with another death
I’m left with deciding to take another step
Turning my back
To the constant tragedies that grace every tv screen
I’m done.
Because, what do you expect from me?
I’m tired of explaining my side of the story!
The black side of the story, his story
Her story of blood being splattered across the room
But yet my heart is the one that stop beating.
To be honest, I tried to stop caring.
I had to!
Every time I open a device I’m met with another story,
Another name to say, to remember
Shit, I don’t even know that many people
I’m tired of giving a shit.
I swear I don’t curse this much but Damn!
I’m tired of this
How many times am I supposed to see myself
In the faces of people, I don’t know
While “journalist”
Bring up any little detail
To paint their morality
To be as dark as their skin.
I’m just over this. So no,
I have nothing to say that’s encouraging.
To be honest I’m just waiting for revenge."
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