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My Black is Missing.... Did you know My Black is Missing? Did you know that my young, black sistahs are missing? I don't think you understand me when I say you don't know. You've ignored it for so long...  
Shot in the streets like a non-memeber of humanity Arms raised, "Officer please don't shoot!" Sorry to break it down to you guys but justice don't always apply to the black group  
Our voice has been stolen from us. We once sounded beautiful to foreign ears, but in this moment we cannot be heard. Now my spoken word stutters, ladened with the lack of coherence.
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