Was it my face 

or 

the color of my skin 

was it my size 

or 

was it my stride 

that made you apprehend 

me with the excuse 

that I was a threat 

When nobody checked 

to see if me and the streets had ever met 

As I passed you I held my breath 

kept my eyes off you as my palms filled with sweat 

Hands Up 

Didn't know I only had seconds left 

before the light would go out 

and i would experience this disconnect 

hands up 

don't shoot 

I was just on the stoop 

politicing on how to recoup 

the lack of unity within my group