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Tell me why I heard someone once say that we were all equal regardless of race.
But every time I turn on the T.V. I see people getting shot up all over the place.
Black, white, red, and mixed aren't we all supposed to be treated the same?
It's a disgrace that the people who are supposed to make you feel safe are the ones shooting you dead ass in the face.
Hands up please don't shoot me but that don't seem to matter.
When I ask why this stuff happens they just look at me like excuse me did I stutter?
So tell me why all this happens and yet we get no ing justice.
How many more bodies will it take?
How many more sons, brothers, fathers, uncles, and nephews?
How much more bloodshed?
How many more people who can't breathe?
How many more cops being put on administrative leave?
How many more names?
How many more hashtags?
How many more questions do I have to ask?
How much louder does my voice have to go?
Or what, because I am a black girl no one should listen?
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She is cool, straight-backed, circumspect. She doesn’t ooze emotion. She orders green eggs and lamb, and lets the joke speak for itself, not offering a gratuitous laugh. Relentless in her pursuit of authenticity. She is seduced by the obvious. Using her stature to reshape the way the world sees itself, to reflect images that have always been present but weren’t being looked at. Her roots are strong, which is why she flies. She knows where she comes from and uses that to see the world.
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Mr. President
This world is full of hatred, people take their life for granted.
Kids going to school to learn but end up dead beside their books.
Mr. President it's not my fault that my friends grew up in the hood, but that don't give the cops the right to shoot'em 'cuz they could. A bullets not the answer, discrimination rips us apart. It's better to see eye to eye than to poison each others hearts. Mr. President, a family sticks together but you're tearing them apart. These little kids are crying breaking they mamas hearts. As a nation we stand together all for one, and one for all. But do we stand together or are we just watching each other fall?
Mr. President
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It didn't have to start this way it didn’t have to end this way
I’m sorry that I started it I’m sorry that you ended it
I should have seen the sadness but you were lying and you was hiding it.
I should have stood my ground from beginning to the end.
I’m sorry that you took your life I’m sorry I didn’t see past your lies.
I’m sorry that as a friend I wasn’t really ever worth your time.
I’m sorry that you cut yourself I’m sorry that you lost yourself.
You promised you would be here for me you promised not to lie to me.
But I guess your promises were all lies. Like the fact you promised not to kill yourself.
And now i’m sitting here reminiscing about the moments we could have had.
And I’m crying for you Lucas man I miss you so ing bad.
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Love is when you look at a baby's smile and your heart warms.
Love was my best friend Devin who made me feel like the world was ours, that we could conquer it together.
Love is when someone protects you and lifts you up after a storm.
Love was my older brother Joseph, who’s heart was so full of joy but, yet light as a feather.
Love is a spark that can burn the world with positivity.
Love was me.
Love is me.
Love lasts forever.
Maybe love is a black, beautiful boy.
Maybe love has no definition.
What is love?
Love is forgotten
Define love
Who do you love?
Love is a dimpled smile.
Love was home.
Love is home
Love is him, all of him.
Love is 1st Corinthians 13
Love never fails.
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