No One Calls the Cops on the White Guy
Subject A: Black male. Hoodie. Walking.Subject B: White male.
Knife. Laughing.Statistical outcome: Only one survives the evening.
He stepped onto the sidewalk, hands empty and wide,
Blue lights fractured the dark—no place to hide.I stumbled
out with last night’s liquor grinning on my breath,
A nod from the badge, no threat, no test.He complied, palms up,
back straight and still,
I raised a toast, unafraid, immune to the chill.One headline mourns the body,
one story never told,
One family shattered, the other keeps its hold.
Same curb, different rules—justice drawn in shades,
He got orders, warnings barked,
I got a smile and an officer’s praise.No one calls the cops on the white guy,
Not when he screams, not when he fights,
Breaks a window, wields a blade—“Just a bad day,” not
the cost of hate.A white boy shoots a classroom down,
The press pleads empathy, finds excuses to go around.Let
a Black kid walk home late—God help him dodge his fate.
He matched a “look”—that’s all it takes,
Metal clicks, safeties off, the news awaits.I slurred a joke,
the world just laughed,
Privilege untaxed, my crime never graphed.His mother pleads on blood-wet knees,
Mine jokes I’ll inherit the world with ease.He gets a record, a cell,
a closed door—I sin, I wander, my future’s restored.
One man moves in caution’s shell,
Another glides in invincible hell.Justice wears a blindfold—slips it aside,
First suspect chosen by the color denied.It’s not impartial, not by the book,
It blinks and kills before it looks.
He ran. He fell. He died on tape,I laughed. I slept. I walked away,
no scrape.Don’t claim fairness,
don’t feign care—This system’s engineered to strip
and tear,It cracks beneath what it can’t bear.
No one calls the cops on the white guy—He lives, he shouts,
the system’s blind eye.He gets a trial,
a chance to speak,The Black kid dies for riding down the street.The numbers are simple, the code’s ingrained—Bias isn’t glitch,
it’s precisely maintained.Your silence is an accessory,
your comfort a crime,The body count grows—one verdict at a time.