What Is Fair?

I am here

I do what i please

so why can't he

He isn't different

You judge by his pigment.

Now is that fair?

Do you even care?

They say it's deserved

Why can't black lives be preserved?

I don't think you care

As he's laying there gasping for air

They say all have freedom

I think they're misleaden

I'm done spitting what i've been thinkin

I'm just going to let that sing in

This poem is about: 
My country

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