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I grew up in a city where our dance of style was called footworking, twerking was called juking and white castles was the after spot after the club, that was the Chi, but now we die doing the same dances we grew up accustomed to seeing, I find myself doing the running man everytime I see blue and red lights flashing, because when they pull me over and ask for my license and registration, they gone notice the graffiti laced subway station on my arms, tell me to get out the car, both hands up, keep em where I can see em, both feet planted on the ground, I don’t know the name of this dance, but it seems like the version of the macarena, turn ya’self around like the casper slide and keep both hands where I can see em in view, and this whole time while he’s patting me down looking for dope and swishers, hoping that he can pull out his baton and beat another , I’m praying to God that he say I ain’t breathing to hard, because nowadays, cops will shoot you and say he was reaching for oxygen, and when he can’t find nothin, he’ll cuff me for his safety while his partners gun is off safety, and the questions will begin, is this you car, why are you in this neighborhood during this time of day, your hat is blue, are you associated with the crips, and I said sir, no disrespect, but many of my brothers have literally not taken a step before taking a journey to the graveyard, so that’s the only crip walk I know, yes this is my car, bought and paid for in the Lord’s year of two zero one eight but your profiling me like this is 1958 in one of those southern states where I couldn’t sit at a counter because those were whites only plates, and I’m in this neighborhood sir, simply because there is a nice jazz club and I simply want to dance, that’s it, I just wanna dance, find a beautiful black woman and take her hand, two step and stroll across the dance floor, and no, I don’t have anything against white women, I’m pretty sure some have dance skills, but I’m not trying to become the modern day version of Emmett till, plus, I’ve watched GET OUT, and I’ll be damned if I’m gone be a sex slave missing half my brain drinking cups of tea, see I am a law abiding citizen, I pay my taxes, I pledge allegiance even though allegiance hasn’t been plead to my people, I’ve got the degrees, I’ve got no felonies, my license checks out, my registration checks out, sir I am not ready to check out simply for driving while black...then he took the cuffs off and gave me my license back, said enjoy your dancing boy and headed back to his car, and as they drove off, I saw the blue and red lights dancing on top of his car, reminding me of the clubs I used to frequent to just dance, so I left my car there and walked, to get better acquainted with my feet, just so the next time I get pulled over for being racially profiled, I can have my dance steps down packed, because FOX news, will always make it seem like it was my fault for dying, simply, for being black
