maybe one day
when everybodies beautiful
they will know beauty has no skin
and they wouldn't differentiate
we wouldn't feel butterflies anymore
but mere joy
boiling from our core
our heart
when we walk in heaven
and the angels don't commemorate
our victory with praises
when they stare with red eyes
and shower you with curses
when garment's are not satin
and our clothes begin to darken
we're casted down by the creator
then crystals begin to fall from our eyes
we hug ourselves
to snug our awful demise
that's when we will know
we will finally realize
all the hate
unnecessary violence
never mattered at all
it is the ones like us
that share the same blood
one skin
because of colour
one heart
because of hate
we will know
people matter
people really matter
black lives
black lives matter
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Poetry(POETRY ABOUT MOTHERHOOD & LOVE ) You whisper "My queen " and I can only stare ahead because there's nothing for me to say except think of how much I'm dead Think of how so far gone I am I'm loose in touch with reality because I still see you sc...
