Out for a jog
on a beautiful day.
A young man, who’s birthday,
was just three months away.
.
His feet hit the pavement,
a steady rhythm began.
His heart beat strong,
a song of freedom, as he ran.
.
An unsuspecting American
on his daily routine.
He never knew what was coming,
a threat that went unseen.
.
A fear I can’t imagine,
when he realized the truth.
The dread that appeared
his future, deduced.
.
Innocent, he was,
yet, he became the prey.
Two wolves in sheep’s clothing
ended his life, that day. (Feb. 23)
.
Not only was his death
made silent, and veiled,
It took seventy-four days
for his murderers to be jailed.
.
Killed in cold blood,
and left dead on the street,
because racism is still alive,
and Black Americans are not free.
.
Ahmaud Arbery was a human.
An American, through and through.
He was only out for a jog,
his death was undue.
.
To be Black in America
means a target on your back.
God rest each soul
that has died, because of that.
.
Black American’s aren’t free,
and never will they be,
unless racism can be destroyed,
and that starts with you, and me.
©️Unapologetically Me
Unapologetic 
I was having a discussion with a friend of mine who tend to defend the fact that racism has lost its whims in the American society.
To be, it doesn’t seem so, people still find diversity as a threat.
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Racism is still alive, and thriving, here in America. It’s truly a sad thing.
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