Sunday Morning
*BANG BANG!*
Brown boy down
Another mother empty
Cause another brown
Boy found
And all you want
To do is
Get high?
And cash out?
Procession music
Sounds like violins
I don't want to go outside
Cause I'm tired of all
The violence
Peekaboo, guess who's
Not there?
The police.
And guess who
Don't care?
The people.
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blvckhvppie
Hi everybody. I'm 17, from GA, but live in VA. I write because it helps me deal with my life in a positive way. Everything I write is real. If I can say anything, it's to stop gang violence because guns aren't worth it. Bullets don't give apologies. My Instagram is @blvckhvppie,and my Kik is @lovedoesntchange.
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