Cries Falling on Deaf Ears

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44133
United States
41° 19' 33.1572" N, 81° 45' 24.57" W

My world was torn into shambles, you see
A shattered version of what once was me
Why is my life Hell? It used to be fine
Because of a shade of skin that was mine
The white men are merciless to my kind
Their hate and power put me in a bind
Miss Jones was arrested; Mister Jones too
If they were white, they would have grounds to sue
This isn’t fair; when will all of this change?
This must end now, or our deaths they’ll arrange

*DISCLAIMER* I am not African-American. I am simply telling this story from the point of view of one.

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