Blue and Red

It doesn’t matter if he wears
a bowtie or a baseball cap,
If he holds a PhD or a GED
If he’s a minister or a hustler
Doesn’t matter whether he lives
In a mansion or the projects,
Or if he drives a Bentley or a hoopty
He will always be victim to a fear
Only his brown brothers know.
He will constantly live in a
Fight or flight state of existence
No matter if it’s the Queen’s English
or slang he communicates with
The result can always be the same
The wrong look, the wrong words,
The slightest “threatening” gesture
Can cost him his life when
Summoned by blue and red lights.

© 2014 Dara Kalima


Black Man, Black Woman, Black Child