Dreaming

Police! 

Freeze! 

Drop the weapon!

Hands above your head!

Confused and  scared by how those  harsh words presented themselves

my knees bent inwards, I was choking on my words,

concentrated urea solution was dripping down my thighs

I tried to explain,

"There is no weapon, only a cell phone,"

"Not every black person is strapped or harm!"

He looked at me, he saw my skin

he already convinced himself  that he saw evil,

I was kissed by a bullet straight through my chest

my blood splattered, 

wasted on the ground 

I screamed my last words as I came to death,

They turned the lights on.

My friends looked at me.

Thankfully, this was all in a  dream, 

except the part of me being BLACK.