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An autopsy of a black body
One who suffered greatly
The body pushed past its limits
To the point it had enough and quit

A scalpel to their chest
Slowly peeling the layers of flesh
Noticing the rot 
Hit by the stench of trauma

The body dissected 
The organs removed 
Leaving the body an empty shell 
Of a broken person
Beaten by an unjust system
There was no hope for the body to be saved 
It was always going to give away

The person that had owned the body stood no chance
From the trauma to the head 
Consumed by the complexities of PTSD
To the bruises on the legs
From a lifetime full of abuse 
Carrying a body hated by society

It was like a troubled home 
A place that was out of control
Where the quiet screams of abuse
Are trapped within the cracked walls
Bearing the weight of secrets untold

It was damaged beyond repair 
No amount of glue could fix the damage of what was done 
The body could heal 
But the trauma couldn't be undone 
The cause of death: racism
This is what happens when you live a life on the run from discrimination 
Beaten by the harsh reality of hatred 
Isolated by a world full of prejudice 
Living in an abyss of hopelessness

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