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Life is short
Life is short they say
So you better make the most of it
But what happens When that's not the case for everyone
Where there are some
Who are constantly changing freedom
Whilst simultaneously hiding in the shadows
Hoping to see tomorrow
So how can one live life to the fullest
When the odds are stacked against you
But when you're black this is your reality
A life controlled by anxiety
Where our life is a puppet
The strings are the shackles
The puppet master is a system
Where the audience are the racists
And their laughs translate to racism
Life is short but we have to spend it trying to survive
Constantly trying to hide
As if we were on the run from a crime
The crime at hand being black
As if our existence to them was an attack
So yes life is short, but for us It's even shorter
Where we are hunted for fun
And our main focus is survival
So I'll say it again
Yes life is short, but for us It's even shorter
Copyright ©
Layla Riley-Hill
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