"The End?"
Deep in the ground
Hands unmarked by struggle
You never had the chance to stop
Stop the bullet,
Stop the death
Stop the ending of your dreams.
Your name heads every news page
Within your face, we see our own prejudice.
We realize we haven’t been as color-blind
As we profess to be.
We see a nation still torn
Who trusts skin rather than the hearts of
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This is so sad, and captures the larger sadness of it so well. Thank you for writing this.
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Thanks for responding. You are the first to read it and I'm glad it did communicate (sometimes what I write doesn't say things clearly).
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