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My Poem for Roger Anthony, a Black disabled, Deaf man who was riding his bike and someone called police because thought he was drunk. Police shouted "get off the bike," but remember Roger was Deaf so the police shot him while he was on his bike!
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Leroy Moore is a Black writer, poet, hip-hop\music lover, community activist and feminist with a physical disability. He has been sharing his perspective on ide
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Genre
Podcasts Poetry
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#996 today Peak #13
#168 in subgenre Peak #4
Author
Leroy Moore
Rights
Krip-Hop 2012
Uploaded
March 25, 2012
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MP3 3.8 MB 128 kbps 4:08
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My Poem for Roger Anthony, a Black disabled, Deaf man who was riding his bike and someone called police because thought he was drunk. Police shout to him to get off his bike but remember Roger was Deaf so the police shot him while he was on his bike. I too am a Black disabled man who rides a 3 wheel bike and was stopped by police. (Some of the lyrics are true and some are fiction but this did happened)
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I Am Roger Anthony I am not Deaf but I’m disabled I ride a bike more like a trike I could have been shot by police Like Roger Anthony Thought he was drunk Same excuse different person Didn’t have time to explain Shot not in the leg but in his brain I was only stopped by police On my three-wheel bike Poepoes tried to snatch me off Black & Disabled while ridding I could be dead like Roger Anthony Would people take a stand in my community? Or would it be another online story Here today gone tomorrow Listen to Krip-Hop’s Broken Bodies PBP Mixtape Then you will found there are many Roger Anthony With all kinds of disabilities Killed, profiled and abused under police brutality Disabled brown bodies outlined in red police tape 2012 Black History month Started with a shooting of an autistic youth Spring has sprung with the shooting of Trayvon In 2002 it was Donovan Years go by but this sh** goes on I am many Black disabled young men Who fills up funnel homes every Sunday? While preachers beg for an amen Wiping away family’s tears But inside lies fear Shouting but he can’t hear Parents call police for safety Ends up in tragedy Flavor Flav 911 is no joke They got young boys in chokeholds Every morning as I get on my trike Roger Antony cross my mind Thinking could this be my time As I peddle to my nine to five Living in the shoes of many Roger Anthony By Leroy Moore 3/24/12
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