A mother runs through yellow tape,
But it's not a track and field event it's in view of an tragic fate,
It's a moment in her screaming "My baby" that every heart feels weight,
Yet today to her pain there is no escape,
A now common story in our country black youths dead before 18,
Whether or not in black community, it should hurt in all scrutiny,
History had it happen before as Emmet's mother showed us horror,
Now news show us sorrow,
Not only due to police duty, negligence, and mistake, but lone nuts run in church and shoot to be still terrorist,
But Mother's still watch numb to move in scene of this,
She noticed it was her baby by onlooking by the sneakers,
She work overtime just to afford cake & those sneakers,
She just pulled a double to get him birthday money,
But to her his smile was worth every minute and penny,
Though you see a street kid on news,
She wants you just see her Kenny,
He was just in that store to get something to eat,
The robbers fled cop cornered him instead,
He turned around at stop to quickly pop bottle still death grip in fear,
Just caught a glint and although the officer can repent,
Kenny is gone...a Mother left to lement,
Striaght-A student, polite, friendly,
Work as a bag boy grocery, for his cousin Henry,
Known and loved by many,
She was Mother and Dad, from the beginning,
Dad didn't give a f*** or penny,
She been all in since his beginning,
Games all stakes and no one's winning,
See to ones without sin, casting the first stone,
Why wasn't your son at home,
Let's walk into the happy home,
Then you can say what's right and wrong,
It takes village but on the south side, war is on,
She a stellar mother he didn't sell drugs or belong to gang,
The shame you throw dirt on him in ste/sterotypical perception,
And discount parental fitness with questions,
Kicking when they down and world gone
What word do you say to a mother left alone,
When her parent, siblings, and babies gone,
Just a now everyday story of American heartbreak,
Cause make no mistake,
Gun homcide in community was American made,
No matter who pulled the trigger,
Just not cops pulling triggers, gangs, and black on black,
Black lives matter, but it should matter more to us by us, if you want to be bigger,
Today I held your mother,
Today I held my mother,
Today I held a mother,
As shoes poked out a black cape,
©dexxtoby
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