Sunday Morning

*BANG BANG!*

Brown boy down

Another mother empty

Cause another brown

Boy found

And all you want

To do is

Get high?

And cash out?

Procession music

Sounds like violins

I don't want to go outside

Cause I'm tired of all

The violence

Peekaboo, guess who's

Not there?

The police.

And guess who

Don't care?

The people.

Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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