BlackLivesMatterToo
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We must wake up for the world to sleep,
They ask why we "disturb the peace",
We ask why they place the chains on our feet,
Can they not listen to the screams?
Do they not believe in the dream?
You took a life from me
You took a life from us
They took a life from me
They took a life from us
"I took out the trash woman"
"He's but a stranger crazy."
My blood boils viciously
Our voices are heard
But maybe our words go in one ear and out the other
We barely communicate with our sisters and our brother’s
Try to at least hear one word that I say
Maybe we will listen one day
Shoot to wound, not to kill.
Bang! as the bullet tumbles down the barrel of of the glock 22
I can hear my mom's laugh, and I start cry
shoot to wound, not to kill
Break down
Shimmer and crumple
Let them glide with a stride so perplex
As men begin to withstand the precocious
Demands of his brethren
Let the people speak
