Racists encamp all around me. Daily I endure the stings of their hatred
All I desire is a fair chance as a man but I am ignored and abhorred
Cuz my shade means to degrade to those whose hearts are impure
I am smashed between a rock and given a hard place. Unwarranted mistreatment
Suffocates my soul and mangles my mind state. As flesh I’ve done my best to stay strong
Mine eyes now reveal that I am ill from infection of their contagious hate
Keep the faith they told me, report their evils, document and note their taunts
I gave them what they want, yet there is no record because I handed it over to devils
Left with no choice, I brandished 2 burners and a shotgun to help the deaf hear my voice
Let my light of ammo shine into the darkened hearts of 5 plus who ridiculed me just because
So much blood, yet it fails in contrast to my tears of despair spilled on a beer plantation near Hartford
R.I.P. Omar Thornton
Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
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Note: Readers, please understand that when I wrote this piece, I am in NO WAY condoning such awful behavior. This situation should have NEVER been handled in such a manner. It is cowardly, weak and not a positive action as a solution. He is no hero and should not be viewed as one. No one has the right to take another's life, I don't care for what reason they may feel justified in doing so. I wrote the piece from the perspective of someone who could do such a thing. How pressure can build up in someone and explode negatively. I wrote it from someone who feels hopeless in their situation and environment. I read over 20 articles about the story before writing and saw that he claimed racism on other jobs as well. He lived, not only worked, in an area saturated with "acceptable racism" - Racial mistreatment that is perceived as normal and accepted as so. I take it he wasn't strong enough mentally to leave this position, as he had left others, only to acquire another position to endure and experience more of the same. Hopelessness is the theme of the piece. Not being a hero or murdering as a way to fight back. This act was the result of the breaking point in one’s life when they “throw their hands up.”
