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Sun, 07/30/2017 - 15:43 -- DMP800

I'm just writing to contemplate everything that's going on.
I mean just everything that's going wrong.
I'm tired of the news telling me what's right and wrong.
But I don't see one leader trying to tell my people stand up and be strong.
They say I write too much about the pro black movement and black lives matter.
It's hard to stop when you treat us like antimatter.
I'm not talking about us being rare.
I'm simply talking about y'all don't care,
About us, no one gives a fuck about us.
It's true I'm looking for justice.
But I'm also looking for someone to stick their head out for us.
This is some real for the reals.
If you write, write about how you feel.
And never let anyone steal,
Your art.

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