My hands are up.

What’s a black life worth?

Do we qualify as human beings?

Are we lower than dirt?

Mr. officer what’s going through your head when you look in my eyes?

What it is it about me that  you despise?

My music isn’t loud.

My pants are above my waste.

I have a job.

When did it become your personal mission to make me fit the description?

I’m minding my own.

Mr. officer  why are you harassing me?

Please leave me alone.

Are you having a bad day?

Did you have trouble at home?

Is you’re your supervisor giving you hell?

Let me pass.

Let me be.

Why Mr. officer are you harassing me?

Why are you trying to harm me?

If you shoot me what will the story be?

He’s being aggressive.

He had a gun.

You saw the gun right?

Yeah right.

I just know my fresh spilled blood will make your night.

No need to draw your weapon.

I surrender.

I’m obeying your commands.

See I’m on the ground.

I surrender I give up.

Don’t shoot.

Look my hands are up. 

{BANG BANG BANG!!!!}

Rip James Garner,  Rip Mike Brown, Rip Tamir Rice, Rip Kimani Gray, Rip Nicholas Heyward Jr, Rip Ezel Ford,Rip Oscar Grant, Rip Tim Sandsburry, Rip John Crawford, Rip Ramorley Gram,Rip Trayvon Martin and all other unarmed black men killed by Law enforcement  in the US.

It is there sworn duty to serve and protect not to destroy and reject.

The poetry corner: Poetry with a passion. Poetry for all occasions
HLH © 12/07/14

Snake Spit.

I see your scales.

I hear your hiss.

I’m watching the way you slither.

Stay back!






Way back.

Don’t bother coming hither.






The venom you secrete is toxic and vile.

I’m in no mood for your sadistic bile.

You slither about pretending to a friend when in reality you’re a foe.

You're retched ,conniving, and backstabbing.

You're the lowest of the low.






Conceal your fangs if you want to.






I’m already on your game.

You’re only delighted when you’re causing pain.

I refuse to get insnared in your coils of misery and fall prey to your hissing lies.

I see you for what you are and nothing more.






So if you’d like to strike go ahead and try.

I’m cloaked in the truth. The anti venom to your lies.

You might as well slither away now, for if you strike.

You’ll surely die!

copyright 4/19/12 HLH

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