Why Did They Die?

WHY DID THEY DIE?

 

My daddy is a police officer.

I don’t understand why he was shot.

 

My older brother has dark brown skin like me.

I don’t understand why he was shot.

 

My daddy died yesterday.

He’s a police officer.

I miss him.

 

My older brother died yesterday.

He has dark brown skin like me.

I miss him.

 

My daddy died yesterday.

He’s a police officer.

He told me that he would be at my baseball game on Saturday.

Today is Friday. He won’t be there.

 

My older brother died yesterday.

He has dark brown skin like me.

He told me that he would be at my basketball game on Saturday.

Today is Friday. He won’t be there.

 

My daddy died yesterday.

He’s a police officer.

He plays catch with me in the back yard.

He says that I am getting better.

We can’t play anymore.

 

My older brother died yesterday.

He has dark brown skin like me.

He plays basketball with me at the park.

He says that I am getting better.

We can’t play anymore.

 

My daddy died yesterday.

He’s a police officer.

He told me that he remembered when he was eight years old.

His teacher asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up.

He told her that he wasn’t sure, but that he wanted to help people.

I can’t tell him that I want to be a police officer like him.

 

My older brother died yesterday.

He has dark brown skin like me.

He told me that he remembered when he was eight years old.

His teacher asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up.

He told her that he wasn’t sure, but that he liked animals.

I can’t tell him that I want to be just like him.

 

My daddy is a police officer.

He told me that he visits people who call him for help.

He told me that he protects people so they don’t get hurt.

No one told me that his job was dangerous.

No one told me that some people don’t like police officers.

He didn’t have to die yesterday.

 

My older brother has dark brown skin like me.

He told me that he was going to meet his friends at the park.

He told me that they were going to play basketball.

No one told me that wearing a black hoodie could be dangerous.

No one told me that some people don’t like our dark brown skin.

He didn’t have to die yesterday.

 

My daddy is a police officer.

He told me that he loved me when he left the house.

He asked me to take good care of mommy while he’s gone.

He never told me that he wasn’t coming home.

He didn’t have to die yesterday.

 

My older brother has dark brown skin like me.

He told me that he loved me when he left the house.

He asked me to feed his dog while he’s gone.

He never told me that he wasn’t coming home.

He didn’t have to die yesterday.

 

My daddy is a police officer.

Mommy cries and keeps saying that Daddy was a hero.

Grandma cries and says that he was a “good son.”

Everyone else keeps saying that he didn’t deserve to die.

 

My older brother has dark brown skin like me.

Daddy cries and keeps saying that he had “The Talk” with him.

Mommy cries and says that he was a “good son.”

Everyone else keeps saying that he didn’t deserve to die.

 

My daddy is a police officer.

He once told me that his job was to help keep everyone safe.

Who was supposed to keep him safe?

 

My older brother has dark brown skin like me.

He once told me that we wouldn’t always get the benefit of the doubt.

Who doubted him?

 

My daddy died yesterday because he was a police officer

I miss him.

 

My older brother died yesterday because of his dark brown skin.

I miss him.

Why Did They Die?

 

Poetry and Photo by Diane Galvez-Parker on July 18, 2016.

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