Hate
Growing up it was a beautiful place
You were never judged for your gender, your race.
Fires were never started to kill.
And racism, when we were young, was never real.
Down the street was where we use to play.
Now we have to watch what we wear or what we say.
People ignore you when you say "I'm not okay"
Depression was a big deal but now it's what everyone likes to say.
Back then the only thing the cops did was pull over your car.
But in this day and age, some of these cops are taking it too far.
They got a gun, a weapon strapped on their side.
Cant admit to your doings cause you got too much pride.
Stop with the gunshots, the killings, the innocent people getting shot.
What's the point of freedom of speech if there ain't a whole lot.
Our ancestors did bad and made storms we cannot weather.
But that doesn't mean our generation cant change for the better.
So I ask, end the racism, the killings, the stress.
Keep your head up and pray, gods got the rest.
Copyright © Taylor Alexander | Year Posted 2021
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