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A Negro Walking Down the Street by Chelsey Hampton

February 16, 2017

 

A Negro Walking Down the Street

1st place 2017 Poetry Competition
2nd place 2017 FCSPA - Best Poem

 

As I walk down the street I realize I’m the only Negro there.

All white eyes follow me like I’m a piece of meat just waiting

to sink their teeth into me.

I look around nervously but there’s no peep.

Why must they hate me for the color of my skin?

Am I not American?

They roll their eyes they suck their teeth but why must they hate me?

The only Negro Walking Down the Street.

They look at me like I’m poison, like I’m a disease, like I’m a plague walking this very Earth, like I’m automatically damned to hell for the color of my skin.

Am I not human?

Because I’m the only Negro Walking Down the Street.

I’m scared to go out at night.

Because the KKK roam the streets like lions looking for food to eat.

Trayvon Martin walked out his house at night and never walked back in.

Michael Brown got on his knees and begged PLEASE! PLEASE!

And still died for one man’s sin.

Another black boy was murdered 1955 in Money, Mississippi.

Kidnapped, tortured, beaten, killed all because of a simple whistle to a white woman.

It’s 2016 and I’m 19 years old and you wonder why I’m afraid to walk down the street.

As I walk down the street I realize I’m the only Negro there.

 

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