Hysteria
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#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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Growing up motherless wasn't always what the 18-year-old Tanya Moore would've dreamt of. Life had a funny way of doing things ya know? It was bad enough she only got to spend the first quarter of her life with her mother before she lost her to stupid cancer. The only time they got to hang out was Saturday and Sunday before and after Church. She was always at home with her father, he wasn't always so bad, he was a great man, a great husband, and a loving father.. he was a retired war veteran and did nothing but collect his checks and would occasionally do favors for old friends. Stacy Moore was a high school teacher and all the kids in the neighborhood loved her. She was always so sweet and would sing to her class if they did well. A loving mother, wonderful wife, amazing daughter, a great friend, but when the good Lord calls, there is simply nothing we can do about it. As much as we may try, God always has the final say, it may be a bad way to turn things out, but remember things happen for a reason and God never makes mistakes. Once she passed away after battling cancer for three years, things changed.. for the worst, and poor sweet little Tanya was caught in the crossfire of it all. We're all afraid of something or someone, we all get tired, we all get fed up with the same old routine, but the question is, how much is enough? When is it simply too much? When should you begin to fight back or run? How long should you sit there and let the only person that you once loved and looked up to continue to misuse and abuse you? Tell me something, if you had a chance to get help would you run and never look back?

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