A Poet's Soul

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Another gun shot ; Another man killed.

Because the color of his skin gives police the chills.

He must be in a gang !

He must be a thief !

Until they pull that trigger,

they do not feel relief.

But he did not steal.

What they thought...

just assumptions, they were not real.

He was finding who he wanted to be.

But now he can't...

Think of all he will never see.

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He is dead.

No more thoughts in his head.

Now he is just lying on a bed.

Look at what you did.

He will forever be dead.

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Family sobbing ; Family broken.

Left to pick up the pieces,

Hearts ripped open.

All that he could have been

You never gave him the chance...

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The rest stay scared.

Maybe the next call will leave them in tears.

How is this fair ?

Why do I have to carry all this fear ?

Something I was born with.

Something I CAN'T CHANGE.

Makes me want to scream.

My body filled with rage.

Turn on the TV...

Another gun shot ; Another man killed

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Author's Note:

This poem talks about a big and important issue.

I want to clarify that I am not trying to say anything bad about the media or the police or anything like that. I am also not talking about any person in particular.

There may be some parts that might be a little confusing, if you have any questions, please feel free to ask !

Anyways, with all that being said I hope you guys like my poetry book so far! Let me know in the comments ? :)