WrongfulDeaths
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Monday: long brown silky hair,
Dark black eyes, drowning
Me inside of them, my reflection
Dimmed yet clear to see.
Who is, she.
This is for my brothers and my sisters full of ideas, creativity, and passion. This is for those young black lives, the eighteen and nineteen year olds trying to make it to graduation or college orientation.
I am scared to go outside because I am black.
It is two thousand and fifteen, and I am scared to go outside because I wear a hijab.
realize
As I look around all I see is hate
Ina state that over looks every race ..wait excuse me it excepts the whites while the minorities are left on the sidelines..
There is no love left in this plastic society
