We Just Want to be Loved

Are we really a threat?

Do we always react to a “Hood rat”?

We’re not all in gangs, 

but somehow, we still end up dead.

Always seem to “have drugs or a weapon,” 

but we aren’t the ones to come at.

Are we really that bad,

where you have to clutch your purse?

Do we really have to get treated this badly?

It all seems like a curse.

To me it’s just sad.

We just want to be loved.

Is that a lot to ask?

But instead, we are shoved, 

and they get away from a dirty task.