Dead is dead

 Dead is dead, you can stand over them and sprinkle them with some voodoo dust and pray all day they ain’t coming back and if they do come back after you sprinkle them with some dust they want really dead in the first place, you just been had, so to say, you know, a fuck you without removing the clothes. 

I’m tired of hearing how just the sight of a black man struck so much fear I had to pull my weapon and end his life here.