Smell the smoke of tear gas,
Being thrown at hundreds of young black protesters.
Hear the screams of pain,
Escape the mouths of those who are wounded.
See a multitude of people,
Being arrested for doing the right thing.
Taste the salty tears,
Falling from the eyes of those who wanted justice.
Feel the smoothness of the gravestones,
Of those who died because their lives didn't matter.
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Book Of Poetry
PoetryThese poems are made from the heart. They're based off of personal experiences or what I've seen or heard Please don't copy my ideas as they are very important to me. I have worked VERY hard on them. Hope you enjoy and I hope they will inspire you o...
