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Hate, violence Fires, Riots Fights, Never stay quiet All caused by two words, Not Guilty It's fair, it's unfair People asking how can this be ?! The pain is unbearable for most
I can feel my muscles fighting against it. The will to will, the will to carry on. I can feel my muscles contract As I hold my breath refusing Refusing to oxygenate the lungs The lungs that helped me sustain
This is for my brothers and my sisters full of ideas, creativity, and passion. This is for those young black lives, the eighteen and nineteen year olds trying to make it to graduation or college orientation.
When you look at my brothersAt first glance what d
your hands must have once tapped to the beats of Ray Charles, Beyonce, or perhaps Kanye.
Filters block my vision, makeup covers my identity,
America my dear..