blacklives matter
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I feel like I’m in a dystopia
Called America.
Known as the
Land of the free,
Land of
proposed
Dreams.
It’s an
Anxiety
That doesn’t
Need to be diagnosed
But it’s felt
And it’s known
Like
Brown
I'm tired of flipping the channel and seeing black faces on the news. So many cops killing our people I don't know what to to. They swear all lives matter but to they really though? Tray got killed for Skittles and sterling for selling cds.
land of the free , home of the brave what they plaster in our minds before we go to the grave but who's truly free because as i look at my melanin filled skin it's obviously not me ancestors have been fighting this oppression for centuries yet the
Black is beatiful
I am proud to say
But the white man keeps trying to tear our pride away
Black on Black crime must stop, Thats what makes us black people look dumb
Black is Beautiful must i say
I raise my fist to where God sits on highwishing he would step down lowlower then your shallow thoughts of what beauty should bewith a smile as luminous as Mr.
