***
You shot me,
Whilst I was pinned down,
Empty handed,
And begging.
You shot me,
Again and again and again.
Well good,
With enough of us dead,
Maybe you'll realise,
We bleed the same colour.
They sign your release,
Whilst they dig me a grave,
And make me a hashtag
A badge does not justify murder
***
Alton Sterling
Philando Castille
Dylan Noble
Delrawn Small
4 deaths
48 hours
Racism is the world's cancer
Malignant. Deadly.
I will fight for the cure. Will you?
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Lines We Write ✔
Poesía❝Dreamer is too pretty of a word: A breath of wistful naivety, Masquerading as the oxygen of hope in our lungs. It reads as a fantastical tale of serendipity, In the novel, Life- Written in our name.❞ Highest ranking: #58 in poetry
