She grabbed her bag, kissed her daughter on the forehead goodbye, grabbed her keys and headed for the door. She got in her car and started it, she pulled down the mirror to check her beautiful natural curls, her big brown eyes, and stared at her flawless caramel skin. As her car finished warming up, she drove off to her job. She turned the music up a little more and nodded her head to the beats and sung along as she drove. She came to a red traffic light where she stopped. She looked to the lane next to her which caused her big brown eyes to become bigger, her hands nervously grabbed the steering wheel, eyes straight on the road, and all the flashbacks from the news and social media about the effects of a situation like this came to her mind. The light turned green, but she waited an extra two seconds just to be sure and then proceeded. As she drove, she ended up being slightly in front of the cop car. Her tunes were shut by the loud sirens and her caramel skin was flashing red and blue. Her hands trembled nervously as she pulled over to the right and putting her car on park. She looked at the time and the last thing going through her mind was arriving late to her job. Her only concern at this moment was, “Am I even going to make it alive?”. She heard a knock on her window that startled her, she nervously rolled the window down and looked at a blue-eyed, pale skin, and blonde hair man that aggressively said, “Ma’am step out of the vehicle!”. Shakenly she opened her door and only thought of her daughter, tears ran down her, and her legs shook like an airplane during turbulence. He didn’t ask for license or registration. “Do you any weapons?” was the first thing the cop asked for loudly. “No sir, I do not, I am just trying to get to work, I don’t have anything to hide.” She nervously replied as she slowly moved her hands to her head. The tears flowing down her face as fast as a cascade while she sees the cop reach to his back pocket. She thought in her head this is my end. He pointed the gun at her with anger in his face, as if she had done something to her, “Place your body against the vehicle NOW!”. She cried and obeyed, “Please don’t shoot me! I am not armed, I “don’t have anything to hid-”. The officer pulled the trigger. She couldn’t finish her sentence and the officer won’t be serving a sentence.

-Gigi