Background for corrections poem for Love 1A exhibit, Fall 2005

Why Me?

By Latanya S Woods

Today I entered a store
Walking fast through the aisles
Looking for the items on the list
I hear arguing and yelling
As if someone is fighting
Reaching the counter, a man
White man, shaking a gun in her face
She cries and pleads, "please don't shoot"
I drop the groceries, my palms sweaty
He talks to me but I don't hear him
The gun goes off, multiple shots
Rang through my ears
He runs out, throws the gun
I pick it up and stand there
Unaware of what I am doing
The cops arrive, I panic
"Drop the gun", they yell
I oblige as a tear drops from my eye
I know they'll arrest me because I am
THE BLACK GUY