This is all I see, all I read seems to be all I breath. It's getting to me, just to see these folks bleed and kids crying because there family is deceased. Cops dying because there piers can care the least, blacks dying because our color was decreased. But we sit here and we all are asking for peace, just to say the least everyone is out here killing, shoot! Don't shoot! justice is our theme. It's kids out here who will never have a dream, it's parents out here who will see there dream. I mean it's even children I mean babies who will never join a team not any team because see fate was decided faith was divided when a black man and a white man shit all heads collided. But no one is going to decide my fate or my kids fate I won't even let my grandkids debate, growing up in a society like this I don't tolerate but at this rate if I keep speaking like this I won't see tomorrow's date.
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"When Life Gives You Apples"
PoetryIt's a poem book full of situations that a boy could be put in, some exciting, some dissapointing...but when life gives you apples, what do you do?
