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People at Philando Castile's funeral

I am Philando Castile

by Tyeastia Green “Thug: noun a cruel or vicious ruffian, robber, or murderer.” I’m not a thug. My dreadlocks hang on the nape of my neck There’s a halo of pride A glow of esteem, built upon by all of those who came before me. My people, who have long since passed Leaving their legacy. As we continue to search for the cultural identity stolen When we mounted ships for the land of free. I’m not a thug. Education won’t spare me. Money won’t refrain me The love of my family, can’t keep me in safety. For there are too many who fear me. Too many who see me, threatened by my physicality. Because I was born into a country That never meant for me to be free. I’m not a thug. Thug is code for the N word you don’t want to speak. Outwardly. Thug is code for the cowardice you feel, unfoundedly. As my blood spills. Apparently, too much to ask not to be killed In a country my ancestors built. Their chains traded …