I was up the same night all the rioting and violence was going on in Ferguson, Missouri , and was thinking to myself, we as blaccs have came along and we're always getting mistreated and looked down, so I wrote a poem entitled "Why".
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I knew somewhere out there, my parents were worried sick. Somewhere out there, my friends wondered about me. I knew that a world like this wouldn't last forever, and I had to make it last. But I could always retell it.