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I'm Sorry


My blood will soak the star-spangled rags in the roads, abandoned and desolate as everyone slowly creeps
Behind cracked blinds, closed door, and paper thin walls as the rumors seep
Through the shaking fingers of those who are being beaten and battered and bandaged and bruised.
This isn't the life that I wanted to live because even when I am guaranteed to win, I am bound to lose. I’m sorry, Michael.

 

We're merely acquainted strangers whose roads not taken are vexed and crossed.
Hunched over shoulders and weary eyes that are vacant and blatantly lost
In pages of novels so finely detailed that the colorful imagery
Eventually brings you back to life, and you’ll find your way back to me. I’m sorry, Trayvon.

I wish, I wish upon a star light years and galaxies away
That my severed shambles will be stripped, and I will never feel the pain.
The rambling dissonance in a grand distance is silenced by my pen,
And my fears will be the lyrics that tragically transcends every now and then. I’m sorry, Tamir.


Through the process, I lost all common sense and consciousness.
I promised that I would regain my confidence, but consequently
It's far greater than I had prepared.
I had to bear the weight of the world, but I didn't care enough to take care (of you). I’m sorry, Eric.

They'll beat you down and make you drown in every dream you've dreamt.
They'll strip away your livelihood and work you until your bones lament.
Hands will blister, tears will fall, your back will be whipped and bent,
But it's impossible to mask all of your discontent. I’m sorry, Anthony.

While dragging that load behind you, all you've paid, the bricks you've laid,
You'll look back and see that you actually paved the way
For everyone who follows in your footsteps to partake
In the adventure and conflicts that come when you seize the day. I’m sorry, Sandra.

I’m so sorry that my printer doesn’t have enough ink to write enough apologies

To enough mothers of all the black children who decided that enough was enough

Or those who had their decisions made by the authorities.

 

 

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