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I only stopped to get some milk,
I should have gone straight home.
I didn’t think to call and say,
I would be running late.

The shooter walked into the store,
And all of time stood still.
I heard the echoes of the shots,
But stood there in a trance.

Read another perspective on the Buffalo shooting: A Letter From an Incarcerated Person to the Buffalo Mass Shooter

I was not sure he’d shoot at me,
But felt my time had come.
The bullet never knew my race,
But the cruel shooter did.

I died that day for being Black,
The news would soon report.
I could have lived another day,
But for a hate-filled man.

Disclaimer: The views in this article are those of the author. Prison Journalism Project has verified the writer’s identity and basic facts such as the names of institutions mentioned.

M. Yayah Sandi is a writer incarcerated in New Jersey. He requested that his first name be withheld.