a different shade of perfect

hand's up don't shoot

just a boy 

a mothers son

a friend

killed because of race


we say racisim is dead

look around

open your eyes

people are still dieing because of the color of their skin

not the color their our hearts

young boys and girls living in fear that this breath will be their last 

all because god painted them a different shade of perfect

open your eyes america

open your eyes ferguson

racisim isn't dead

hands up don't shoot

Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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