Tell momma I was good

Tell momma I was good

I stopped the moment you asked me

Tell momma I was good

I was walking home with a friend

Tell momma I was good

I was polite and raised my hands

Tell momma I was good

I called you “Sir” as I spoke

Tell momma I was good

I saw the panic in your eyes

Tell momma I was good

I fell prostrate at your command

Tell momma I was good

I heard the fear in your voice

I had no weapon except my skin

Tell momma I was good

I had no crack except my creed

Tell momma I was good

I felt your odium as you did the search

Tell momma I was good

I should be free I passed the quest

Tell momma I was good

I saw your smirk and heard your flak

Tell momma I was good

I heard the blast and hearing is done

Tell momma I was good

I felt the stab as you pulled the catch

Tell momma I was good

You spilled my gore and smoked my brains

Tell momma I was good

You changed the story and saved your barge

Tell momma I was good

You planted the pistol and painted the proof

Tell momma I was good

You sold the whopper and courted the press

Tell momma I was good

You are the hero that crushed the zero

Tell momma I was good

The harm is done and I am gone

Tell momma I was good

The hurt she feels will be forever

Tell momma I was good

The questions she has are a million and one

Tell momma I was good

Can I at least ask one last favor

Tell momma I was good

Can you tell my momma that  I was good

Tell momma I was good

For you alone are the only witness

Tell momma I was good

You alone and the thirty-seven leads

Tell momma I was good

The deed is done but please do one more

Tell momma I was good

 

© GBOLABO ADETUNJI/ AYOKA

 

Photo credit: Max Yakovlev Image Link : Pixabay

 

 

 

 

In response to the daily prompt witness

2 thoughts on “Tell momma I was good

  1. This was heartwrenching. There have been so many deaths of unarmed black men at the hands of police these last few years. I feel as if the nation has transformed before my eyes. Or perhaps the scales have dropped from my eyes, and this was always the reality.

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    1. The scales of assumptions and misinformation is gradually dropping from our eyes. With technological advancements and greater media exposure and improved communication, we as a people are beginning to see our depravity. All men – black, white and all colors have wickedness in their hearts. If a man is unsaved, untamed and uncensored, there is no telling what atrocities he can commit. The most important thing in the heart of a murderer is not the loss of life, or the nagging of his conscience or the regret that comes afterwards (if any), the most important thing is to conceal the act.

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