A young boy,misunderstood.Seen


A young boy,


Seen only for a color

                                        a tone

                                                      a shade.

So hard was a man's judgement that taking a life was okay,

An unconstitutional law was a bar that let him walk free,

while the boy was six feet under.

Z will feel the sun again, but T never will.


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