It's too late

I was just driving

Driving with her.


Harry Potter.

My best friend.

My first kiss.

The girl that I loved


But this white cop pulled us over

Patted me down three times

He’s searching for something.

Something that could put me in jail.

But there’s nothin’ there


I checked on Starr.

Wanna to see if she’s ok




I got shot three time

It’s too late.

She’s screaming



But it’s too late.


This poem is about: 
Our world


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