Hysteria
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Complete Fri, Sep 5, 2014<5 mins
#HandsUpDontShoot
#MemphisCantBreathe
#BlackLivesMatter
This was my response to the recent reckless actions of those sworn to protect and serve our "great" nation. RIP to Ezell Ford, Eric Garner, Michael Brown; as well as Trayvon Martin and Kendrick Johnson who were not murdered by police officers but influenced me all the same. There is a growing state of anarchy in our country. This poem is called hysteria due to the genuine fear and unrest myself and many others feel. We're afraid to even go outside at this point. This is not meant to offend anyone, its just how I vented. Love, Peace, and Kindness yall.
xoxo Britt❤
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