Black Lives !
Unarmed and alone
God called him home
February 26 Trayvon Martin was gone
White Americans look at us wrong
Us black people is just trying to stay strong
We're judged by the book of our covers
Killing us black kids is just hurting our mothers
Put yourself in our shoes, what would you do?
Black dude kills your son you'll want him on deathrow too
All the pain and all the hurt, it's just like we're dirt.
Where is our freedom in this world, I think we're just cursed.
I had a dream like Martin Luther King, that is black people would stand up and redeem
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
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