To the Hyper-visible Invisible

Thu, 02/08/2018 - 20:51 -- AleyaW

Don't lose your head,

lose your temper,

lose your life,

end up dead.

 

Mama cries for her husband, son, daughter

a hoodie, 

a similar face

all excuses for manslaughter

 

Murderers go free if they where blue

don't lose your temper

don't lose your head

or you too 

will end up dead.

 

 

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

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