Mr. Policeman what do you see
When you see my African-American skin wrapped around the soul within me
Is something in melanin that tells some not to serve & protect?
Or is it simply a different skin tone you reject?
Do you see that I’ve been robbed?
Or do you see us committing robbery as a mob?
Can you fathom an interracial love on your surveillance tape?
Or is it just a blond haired Blue-eyed rape?
Have you seen a Negro reach for their ID?
Or do you empty your gun just cause, turning them into human debris?
Have you seen my compliance & hat I’m unarmed?
Or do you blindly abuse & murder me to save yourself from imaginary harm?
Will you ever understand why we continually protest?
Or do your eyes behold unpatriotic anarchy & civil unrest?
Do you carry the weight of a mother’s tears when her baby dies?
Or do you rejoice like the Lord answered your cries?
Can you understand that the Black has been raped by the blue?
Or is this the only way of life you see as true?
My unlabeled soul ask all you labelers I see,
Mr. Policeman, What do you see?