I say I don’t see color, I have no bias
I swear it’s true, no one believes me for
I am there, then the children fall to the ground.
I nudge them just to feel them lying still on the floor.
If I had eyes I would close them
Continuously spitting, I can’t believe I am
The cause of all of this blood.
Suddenly I am dropped
My bulky black body falls to the ground.
I am swimming in blood
If I had lungs I would drown,
If I had a voice, I would scream
Help me escape.
I am put behind bars until I break free.
These are new hands, but I am traumatized
I obey every command, I respond to every touch.
We practice until I can quickly understand
What needs to be done.
Through my scope I see
A man. His hands are raised,
He is crying, “Please don’t --”
His dispute cut off at the root as
He falls to the ground in a state of
His body matches my color.
I am a murderer, a heart-breaker, a home-wrecker.
Ironic that this ‘killing machine’
Is immortal, for I even if I try,
I can never die.