The clouds here have been more gray then ever.
When people walk now it's not for any better.
After feeling unheard, mistreated.
We start to have a certain way with our living.
We care a little less as if we can't see what has happened.
Not a day goes by and we thinking of who is missing.
The Rest in Peace signs tatted on our chest,
The unforgiving of the lack of nature we received from the breast.
This City has let us fail,
Lack of hugs and care,
But that's okay because an extra eye is aware.
There is a greater that is stretching from Ferguson to there.
The blood that runs down the drains of our streets.
Ensures that it's is teaching.
Every time the tv is turned on there is another fight that we face on.
Stand strong for we have another Day!
Another day to love your loved ones like it might be the last day.
It's far from over and only just begun.
It's just day 1.
OneBaltimore.
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Baltimore make each day Count
PoetryPoem about the African American culture in my very own community only months after being seen on CNN after Freddie Gray's Death. This is an uplifting poem to acknowledge we still have days to continue to live a legacy.
