I’m tired of black bodies being used as target practice. I’m tired of knowing this mistreatment of life won’t stop unless by force. I’m tired of people thinking a black president is gonna change years of oppression. I’m tired of seeing other races turn their heads but jacking our culture. I’m tired of black people turning their heads as if they couldn’t be next and I’m tired of them showing up only for airtime. I’m tired of people pretending that black bodies just fall from trees. I’m tired of people not remembering that black bodies used to fall from trees. I’m tired of black people thinking systematic oppression is a family heirloom to be passed along. I’m tired of other races knowing more about our history than we do. I’m tired of all these black puppets the media keeps pushing in our faces to distract us from accepting that rage IS what we all should be feeling. I’m tired of black people not accepting that we are allowed to feel. I’m tired of feeling depressed, anxious and frustrated about everything lately. I’m tired of my community’s expectation of sudden death at all times. I’m tired of this fire eating away all the peace inside of me. And most of all I’m tired of feeling that all the power I posses could be taken away from me with just one flying fucking bullet.