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I hear voices, you hear them too, we all hear them They cry the voices, they cry tears of fear
I hear voices, you hear them too, we all hear them They cry the voices, they cry tears of fear
What will it take? Your babygirl being shot? Your son being gunned down? Fathers have already lost their children,  Their babies, Gunned down in cold blood Why? All for What?
Jack and Jill grew up in the south, Where the words were splinters and rolled off chalk white mouths. The people would shout and throw hands in the air, With signs made at home, for anyone who cared.  Jack and Jill rode the bus to school, But had
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WE THINK THEREFORE, WE ARE XE I'M BECAUSE OF YOU! WITHOUT YOU I AM NOTHING WITHIN YOU I AM ALL THINGS WITHIN THE WORLD WE ARE ALL!
This is a poem about police shootings. What’s are they doing? NOTHING!!! That might not answer your question, But I know something.  
The Coffee Cup  The coffee cup sits on the cherry wood table, steaming with fresh black coffee. The mug shakes as angry footsteps stomp into the kitchen.
No! I will not attach a silencer on to my firearm   I want my target to hear the ruffling sounds of the bullet as it approaches them.  
I sit and I stare, completely unaware.  for now, I’m calm, holding my palms.  i hear the door break and shots fire  I see my life flash before my eyes  the teacher yell “get in the corner and dont move. be silent.” 
By the time you heard it was too late A man is dead the bullets didn’t wait His eyes are closed, his feet are cold, and his life is no longer connected to his soul
Put that gun down Young one. You may be feeling red, But you’ll be seeing red. If you use that there gun.   It won’t solve Nothing. But cause a whole lot of Dread, 
Another Orlando. Another Aurora. Another Columbine. Another Stoneman Douglass. Forget not colored skins who never made it to the headlines; Forget not the unarmed Stephon, the hoodied Trayvon;
I know... That this is something we don't like to hear. But the way we survived has made only one thing clear. We hate to be betrayed... But we never own up to the truth.  
What is this world? It's all gone wrong People are insane You're not the only one Love is dying  Families are crying   He pulled the alarm Students unarmed He had a gun
Many lives abruptly taken Leaving the world crushed and aching Driven by a corrupt ideology Or just a psychotic philosophy Their actions bare an unforgivable cost For all groups whom felt the lost
It can't stop. It won't stop. you feel the heat and it ain't hot. I see red lights, cameras flashing, and people crying, day and night, screaming, "They killed my baby, Oh my god! they killed my baby, what am I gone do.
Renisha (This poem is dedicated to Renisha McBride, a Detroit teenager who was murdered by a man who is using the defense of “Stand Your Ground”.)
When i was
I see the rain falling from the skies, The leaves falling from the trees, And the tears falling from my eyes. I hear the innocence of a newborns cry, And with those same two ears,
Sadness spreads Tears shed Hear a mother's cry Headaches Her heart breaks
A young boy, misunderstood. Seen only for a color                                         a tone                                                       a shade.
You are cowards. Hiding behind words of false wisdom. You are no better than  The baby killer you set free, With your twisted logic And sickening cliché irony. Why is it that when
Two legs to walk the earth. Two arms to grasp at the clouds. Two hands to tug at your daddy's beard. Five fingers take your mommy's curls in your hand. Ten toes to stand on to reach the top of the shelf.
One petal sent to the deep Two petals underground; towards the keep Three petals quiet with the weep Bottomless. Four petals white as the ash Five petals floating resentment held back
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