We come to each other 

In times of crisis

No longer aiming to be righteous

But invite us

To cry and try

And make it through these tragic times

Death and breath 

Seem the same 

With each step 

closer to ghost 

As we boast

How we have the most


Or designer 


We hold each other close

To these rules 

Wearing gaudy fancy jewels

As proof 

That the limit ain't the roof

That's only when our drive goes poof

Because no matter how strong

A heart ain't bullet proof.


This poem is about: 
My community
My country




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