This poem is about: 
Our world



How can I say everything is awesome 

when my sister is dead? 

My daughter, my lover, my friend 

has  been ripped away from my grip.

She held on tight and out up a fight 

but her gleaming eyes will never see light.

Was she a threat to your supremacy?

Did her melanated curvaceous body 

offend the racist mentality you're tired of hiding? 

But we're American right

you don't see color except white

oh you felt threatened 

now I can't breathe 

but you can't see my lungs collapsing 

Just pretend that she had a hood on 

but it doesn't matter now because she's gone

no more if ands or buts 

she's looking down smiling 

the revolution has just begun 



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