Too Young. Toy Gun.

 Too young.
School. Homework. Playing a game.
Toy gun.
Where is it that we place the blame?
Too young.
Ohio Park. Snowy day. Playing at the park.
Toy gun.
12 years old. The world is going dark.
Too young.
Racist passerby calls 911.
Toy gun.
Police arrive. Racist Assumptions. Shoot twice. Lies.
Too young.
Scared child. No chances. Stolen life.
Toy gun.
Police stole another innocent black life.
Too young.
Broken system. Empty promises. Silent complacency. 
Toy gun.
No high school. No college. No future.
Toy gun.
Unfair. Protests. Revolution. War.
Too young.
Aftermath. Remembrance. Reparation.
Toy gun.
Listen. Speak up. Education.
Too Young.
Tamir Rice. Justice. Now.
Toy gun.
Black lives matter. The time is now.

a poem for Tamir Rice...and all the other black lives lost due to the senseless, unjust murders by police offers all over the country…

Update January 2023: The continued violence shown by police forces across the nation has been so unbelievably devastating. This specific poem was written for Tamir Rice but it’s for every single life lost due to senseless gun violence at the hands of police.

This was a poem I wrote for an assignment, in my English 115 course, during my first year of college.