His name twice

His name Twice.

I can feel it when you move slow

First name Mohamed, but people call you Moe

I find that disrespectful since your named after the last messenger

First name Mohamed, but people call you

Moe

Like...

Oh no!

He’s been shot

Because of his zip code.

How stupid can that be,

A person killed because of somewhere he be.

Those killers will be dwellers of hell ,that’s where they’ll be

Repent now or the heat will hit you, faster than your bullet can be

Oh no!

Mom’s crying,

Wondering where her son can be.

Phone rings,and it rings, and keeps ringing.

Ignoring the calls is just a normal thing.

And then there’s knocks...

“Hello, is this the parents of Mohamed” said the police.

The fear is really kicking in now,

Slowly but surely the lock unlocks.

“Yes it is!” Said mom

“I’m so sorry to inform you,but your son is gone...”

“To prison... wait let me go get my jacket so I can see him!”

“No ma’am, he’s gone, he’s not here, he’s... dead.”

“What! What happened to him?

“He got shot at university heights” said the already pale policeman.

The heat is kicking in and an abundance of water is visible on the mother’s face.

Then her voice box begins to tremble whilst her heart slowly breaks.

And then her voice begins to stretch to long distances far away from the naked eye visual reach.

And neighbors peeking through their windows, wondering what is happening across the street.

I can feel it when you move slow

First name Mohamed, but people call you Moe

I find that disrespectful since your named after the last messenger

First name Mohamed, but people call you

Moe...