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Why

Do i

Have to endure every time

The punishment to no end

Why

Do i

Take the fall

For the collapse of men

Why

Do i

Get persecuted

For my undone actions

Why

Do i

Leave the courthouse

With a new death sentence

 

Certain things about my life

Have put me down a notch

From the color of my skin

To my useless left arm

Constantly being dragged around

Like a lifeless corpse in the street

Being a two disadvantages

Not just one like the others

She took from me

The little freedom I had

She took from me

The little dignity running through me

She took from me

My image of being the good son

She took from me

Everything

And in return

Gave me the bullet holes to my reputation

The bullet holes in my spirit

The bullet holes in my family

The 17 bullet holes in my back

 

Helpless, lifeless on that stand

Pleading for what I thought a chance I had

Going into a dark place I never wanted to be

But instead facing it like my newfound reality

Being taken advantage of

With the scars still bleeding

Walked in hello

And after she's leaving

Got what she could before her daddy walked in

Looking at her and cursing her for her god forsaken sin

I look at him and he asks me

About what happened in the house that day

The truth poured out so vividly from my memory

And so much was left in that room

That very room

The room that I lost my life

The room that I suffered the consequences

The room that at that point I died

From others inability to see past sheer

From others inability for change

From others inability to look into their reflections in the water

And see themselves staring back at them

Instead of me

I had no other choice

I was done

People told me otherwise

But I to distraught

To listen to their cries

Their please

For my salvation

yet

I'm dead anyways

What makes the difference between electricity and bullet holes

What's the difference between liberty and justice

What's the difference between my life and theirs

What's the difference between white and black

What's the difference between sheer and chiffon

What's the difference between freedom as a law and as a concept

Why

Do i

Pay the price

Why

Do i

Climb that fence

Why

Do i

Run away from my problems

Because

I was dead from the start

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