Equality?

Tell me why I heard someone once say that we were all equal regardless of race.

But every time I turn on the T.V. I see people getting shot up all over the place.

Black, white, red, and mixed aren't we all supposed to be treated the same?

It's a disgrace that the people who are supposed to make you feel safe are the ones shooting you dead ass in the face.

Hands up please don't shoot me but that Shi* don't seem to matter.

When I ask why this stuff happens they just look at me like excuse me did I stutter?

So tell me why all this shi* happens and yet we get no justice.

How many more bodies will it take?

How many more sons, brothers, fathers, uncles, and nephews?

How much more bloodshed?

How many more questions do I have to ask?

How much louder does my voice have to go?

How many more people who can't breathe?

How many more names?

How many more hashtags?

Or what, because I am a black girl no one should listen?

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world
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