Hakim S. Floyd

Reasons

Hakim S. Floyd

Heart beating slowly in my chest, heavy breathing for reasons unknown to man. I live in a society where my freedoms are nonexistent or miniscule at best, I am hurting. I have a 93% chance of being murdered by my neighbor, my peer, my brother. There is no peace, just a piece, weapons formed against me shall prosper and no Bible scripture can tell me otherwise. I will die; I will be murdered like the other 49% of the people that share my likeness. I see blue uniforms and black guns, hard sticks and tight cuffs. I see a system where my appearance is more important than my character. My judgment can never be based on a fair and equal system because one does not exist for me. How can a population of 13% equate to 40% of the prison system, there cannot be justice behind all of these convictions. Fairness and freedom were never breaths made for me to breathe, I may never see peace. 64% of us will make it out of the 12th grade, only 43% of us will make it out of college. I’d be lying if I say I was surprised. They say education is the key to success, to a great future, to a better tomorrow. How can I focus on tomorrow, when I don’t know where my meal will come from today, I don’t know if my rent will be paid, if my lights will remain on. We struggle; we are bottom feeders, scavengers, lost souls searching for a way out. We didn’t ask for this, but are we doing all we can to better it? Was Trayvon not enough? Sean Bell? Amadou Diallo? Abner Louima? Rodney King? We must do better, we must be better. The death of us, the black plight, the deadliest collection.