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I don’t talk about celebrities, I mean, I got way more content in my arsenal than to shoot shots at those who consider my bank account target practice when they’re bored, but today, I'll make an exception, see for once I grabbed the tabloid papers, fed into the gossip, TMZed my TV for hours with bowls of popcorn because someone else’s misery became my company in the living room, and I know me paying attention turns into their paid attention, but the cost of this celebrity’s life was priceless, and there it was, right there on the front paper, in bold words, coming to a screen near you, BLACK MAN KILLED IN COLD BLOOD, now this may sound like a common occurrance, but trust me, this celeb is known worldwide and this is by far the summer blockbuster we all have been waiting for, the minute he steps out his front door, flashes are snapped, enhancing his image with special effect blood and holes that no green screen on earth could create, cameramen dressed in blue suits have yelled action multiple times when he’s on the set, CUT, is yelled when the scene is over, prop managers run out to change the environment from dim lit apartment buildings with cars in the parking lot, to caution tape and about 127 shell casings, please, call in the extras, make sure they all are Black, with the exception of a few great white hypes because every hood has them, give one a Black Lives Matter sign, tell them to yell as loud as they can, tell that brother with the braids over there, yea, that big in a wife beater right there, tell him to yell in the face of that guy with the riot gear, and ACTION, the movie starts back up, I swear y’all I gotta take the pis of the century but I am not missing this scene to save my life, the crowd steady chants hands up, dont shoot, hands up, dont shoot, and eventually, one attempts to barge thorugh the barrier, but he is met with batons, like rouge, I mean baton rouge, sorry for ***ing up the French so lemme say this in plain English, our progression is met with aggression, and a huge dance party is now occuring around a white sheet, Black and white moving off beat while the beat is knocking, beating down the block, and I’m doing what Black folks known to do during movies, yelling at a screen like stop, *** him up, run run, yea beat his ass, then someone turned around and told me to shhh, I said *** you and the test tube you were created in, I am tired of being silenced, I am tired of unnecessary violence because of my look, I’m tired of winning best performance in a murder scene that I can’t come back from, cause Michael Myers aint got on a Black man walking at night, you wanna know what horror is, it’s waking up, Black, going to the store, waking up Black, going to a nice car that you paid for, hoping your neighbor ain’t dialing 911 because you look suspicious, see Hollywood may write out million dollar scripts, but white oppresion has written much more expensive obituaries, so if I die tomorrow, boycott the movies, cause I’m tried of watching the same everyday….
