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Missing


Dead the names of bodies We will never know, Fear of getting to know Each other because in The hood you are taught To hate your brother Dead the names of bodies We will never know The death of the black And the brown in our own Public school system Shadowed by the importance Of “white death” in our country. A violence so commonplace now overlooked. Dead the names of bodies We will never know, The brown are dying, the black are dying Hell even the white’s are dying. Brothers: Black, Brown, and White We can no longer overlook The hood because Nobody is safe, but you best believe that this heart is waiting But this waiting is killing us. We are missing connections. Connections that can link our hearts together Will the dead names of bodies We will never know stay buried Forever, because What can kill YOU Will ALSO Be able to kill ME.
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bryan.l.fiallos

My name is Bryan Leonardo Fiallos and I am a senior attending Humboldt State University with a major in Critical Race, Gender, and Sexuality Studies and a minor in Ethnic American Literature! More to come

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