BLUE KILLER BLACK HOMICIDE
Olisa Tasie-Amadi
*Content Warning: This poem contains strong language and may not be suitable for children and sensitive adults.
Nigger. Negro. Nigga
We waited for the Blue Killer and
he brought Black Homicide.
Black Dead body on the sidewalk
Red Blood, Black blood, 16 bullets
Another dead negro waited
Given no chance to talk
Death more inexorable than ever,
October 14, Laquan McDonald.
News says, "He didn't have a gun;
he didn't have brake lights,"
But as he waited alone, he was another
"possibly dangerous" in blue sights.
One death wasn’t enough for this to end,
We wait and wait and wait but
To the police, it’s just another trend.
As we wait and the 133 goes out, we slam the brake.
The police pull-up and now we feel the hate.
He waited with the Hairbrush in his hand but
they said they saw a gun
And as we wait, the white said that’s life and
that nigger met his fate.
One shot to the leg and Ten to the chest,
And that sounds like it makes sense?
And as I waited to hear the report, you know
what they said
It wasn’t murder, it was self-defense.
And I've waited so long growing up in the hate
from you, you people that oppress us till date
and as I wait,
Waiting for the blue killer to put the gun to my
head and pull the trigger
And as he waited he reminded me that I had no
voice and that my voice was dead.
but as I’m waiting don't call me that name
that name your people used to keep us under
As I wait, please don't call me a nigger.
When I wait with my brothers and I call them
niggas, “We all know that’s how we greet each
other.”
I’m waiting to see the Red light, the Blue Light
As I wait, I saw and I’m so scared now
We’ve waited for so long for the change, and it’s
still hasn’t come and you think that it's strange
that we’re still waiting, crying
all up on in our cage?
And I wait till I’m boxed up, locked up in a cell
10 x 10 cause I know when I come of age
That’s all the blues wait to hand me
But I try to show the other side, I try to change.
But no I’m just another black negro filled with
rage.
Waited 400 years and still waiting till the
freedom come
But like Martin, I fear I'm in a dream
I'm gonna have to wake up from.
No more waiting cause we've waited.
I’m waiting to see the Red light, the Blue Light
As I wait, I saw and I’m so scared now
I got my hands up and my head down,
As I wait, the blue throw their badge up,
Suddenly it's a war now. Everybody get down
I'm anxiously waiting for the gun to go off
and for the blood to drop from my chest and
from my face, waiting for the tear to leak from
my brown eyes to the cold ground.
Once a king all up on a throne
But now a king with no crown,
A king too scared to walk in his own town
without the fear of being put down
By the blue killer.
And I’m so far down waiting with a profound
feeling of fear, and I'm waiting on my knees and
my soul’s having a miserable meltdown
And I wait as my lungs collapse, and as my gown
is covered with the blood from my heart, and is
red now and as I wait...stop
oh...I'm dead now.
I’m waiting for the pain to end
And I wait for the grey skies to shut close and
the sun, I wait for the sun to shine bright over
the horizon.
I wait for the unification of the masses on God’s
beautiful earth. As I wait, I dream of the black
men and women waiting for their kids to come
home, the feeling of being alone as they
anxiously wait, knowing as long as their skin’s
black, death silently waits for them and he lusts
for the blood of their own.
Ye said, "the Paper read
"murder, black-on-black murder"
But wait...Reality is its blue-on-black murder
Months Later, still waiting, talking ‘bout how that kid died
Same Blue Badge waiting for a different Black Nigga
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Blue was done waiting, and now that's another Black Homicide