Inner City Fog

Wed, 11/07/2018 - 15:24 -- LouisJ

Things didn’t change in the past few years

We just view things differently because our vision is now clear 

We witness the uproar in our communities

We witness the trend, the everylasting continuity

Black Men being killed like Mosquitoes

The public eating it up like Tostitos

The Case that was ruled Corrupt in our minds by the jury

Bringing my community more and more fury

Are we free?

The police are looked upon as “just doing their job”

While we remain the victims, young black and jaded seeing barrells 

While y’all blinded by the fog, siding with the cops when they fire arms

How many niggas gotta die to clear this fire off?

              -Coji

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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