Don't
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Don't want to think about Sandra Bland
I choose to avoid contemplating the tragedy of Sandra Bland's death

And how bad apples get off with a slap on the hand
It troubles me that some individuals involved in wrongful acts evade appropriate consequences

Just turned older than she'll ever be
I've recently reached an age that surpasses the age Sandra Bland would have been had she still been alive

If I was next how long would you protest for me?
If I were to suffer the same fate, I wonder how long people would raise their voices in protest on my behalf

Don't want to think about having kids
I prefer not to ponder the idea of having children

Because how the fuck would I even explain it to them?
I'm unsure how I could possibly articulate the harsh realities of this world to my potential offspring

I picture a tiny me but with good hair
In my imagination, I envision a miniature version of myself, but with hair that is considered acceptable by societal standards

Locs bloody on the street
It deeply disturbs me to imagine seeing someone with dreadlocks being victimized and injured

Oh god, I'm so scared
These thoughts evoke profound fear within me

Don't want to think about Elijah Mcclain
I purposefully avoid contemplating the tragic case of Elijah McClain

Or how my little brother shares the same face and name
My younger sibling possesses a striking resemblance to Elijah McClain and bears the same name

Don't want to think about the pit in my chest
I choose not to acknowledge the deep feeling of unease in the core of my being

Worried it could be him, not me, that's next
I am filled with concern that my brother, rather than myself, may be the next target of unjust actions

Don't want to think about it
I prefer to avoid contemplating these distressing thoughts

But I have to think about it
However, despite my reluctance, I recognize the necessity of confronting these issues