I'm my black hoodie and unarmed. Alarms in my mind swarm like bees to warn off suspicious ones with guns to protect neighborhood homes. We're not alone as the whole world is watching giving opinions emotionally fuel, feeling its punishment so cruel. America using us as a tool driving a wedge in the shaky grounds where race lays. This is no play. No applause at the end of this. Only tears and secon...d guesses walking its way through society today. Shall we threat the life of another, one with skin not of kin or brother. Left in the crossfire are the mothers. Burdens to bury their youth. If I was you, how will you dealt with these situations? Would you pay attention to the advice given to you or would you continue on with your mission to protect all that's dear and near to you? A million man march formed from the march of one. Now black hoodies rise from the ashes of burning buildings, is this the route to healing? In the aftermath we have to ask who we actually killing. Society dies.
