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A black panther Hides in the Concrete jungle. The water Washes away The dirt, the blood, And the words. But water can't Wash away the pain.
Brutality littered her neighborhood, Am I "hood", because I live in the hood? Helicopters devoured the dark sky, Screams and yells were her lullaby. "Change is soon" as she admires the moon.