We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, among these life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, unless you’re loud and black and possess an opinion, then all you get is a bullet, a bullet that held me at bay, a bullet that can puncture my skin, take all my dreams away, a bullet that can silence the words that I speak to my mother just because I’m other, a bullet held me captive. Gun in my face, your hate is misplaced. White skin, light skin, but for me, not the right skin. Judging me with no crime committed. Reckless trigger finger itching to prove your worth by disproving mine. my life in your hands, my life on the line.
Spared by a piece of paper, a student ID that you had to see before you could identify me and set me supposedly free. Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. For some of us, maybe. There’s nothing self-evident about it.