It doesn't matter...

It does not matter how many degrees I have, currently two.

It does not matter that I am currently a hard-working medical student.

It doesn't matter that I am an English proficient, law-abiding American citizen.

Like any other black individual living in America, I am vulnerable to 

racial injustice, social inequality, and police brutality. 

That, my friends, is the sad truth. 

This poem is about: 
My country
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