Stories from Momma Bear #3

I remember the night
He came right back home 
Tears were in his eyes
It never gets easier
It's never okay
There's a story there
that you don't want to hear

Driving in our neighborhood
Going to pick up a friend
seeing lights behind him then
knowing what's to come

Remember what we taught you son
follow it carefully please
Make sure that you come home to us
this will always be my plea

Wallet out-because Philandro
Jordan died so music down
No quick moves because Oscar
We memorize these stories yes
They are you and you are them
Tamir looked like a man
And you are much larger than him

The flashlight out, he's moving slow
checking the car and him up and down
'What you up to tonight son?'
Just heading to see my friend

'Nothing in the back?'
'No.'
As he slowly scans the car
'Nothing on you son?'
'No.'
'Okay-just wait right here.'

Slowly take deep breaths
Hands stay still
You have no clue about this man
If he's the type that might kill
a kid who's just driving in town
who will cause him to say
'Oh-I feared for my life.'

He returns to the window
with all of the things
'I'm letting you go today'
Letting him go?
Oh my Jesus that pisses me off
What happened 
that you were going to hold?

Slowly take your items back
Make no eye contact please
'This is your parent's car?'
'Yes sir it is.'

Just as you think 
your interaction is done
He's got one last comment
Well, because

'Just a word-the car is loud,
And we don't like that around here.'
Then a slow saunter back
to his car and he's gone
And my son is
Left sitting there.
Til he comes back home
To process it all
And feel all the feels
Because the truth is
That 'around here'
Is 3 blocks from his home.



That's what I got today.