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#BlackLivesMatter by: Jaay Dee Kayy


It's hard to look at a white man the same,

When your ancestors suffered, and they're the ones to blame,

White America will never be put to shame,

Senseless acts of murder, listen to the names;

Trayvon Martin, Tamir Rice, they were kids still,

Go back to '55, can't forget Emmett Till,

How about Sandra Bland, or maybe Philando Castile,

Then there's Alton Sterling, and they all were wrongly killed;

Sometimes I pray to GOD that they will somehow be forgiven,

Though we were never justified, justice never lies with vengeance,

And with GOD their souls reside, if they've experienced repentance,

But what matters is black lives, and I'm riding 'til the ending.

 

 

 

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Since the age of 13, I have had undying passion for music, poetry, and all forms of writing. At 22, I reflect and build from these times. I hope you can take the time to dive into my psyche. It's a wild ride, I promise.

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