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Invisible/Deaf
 
It be noisy when
                                	Shapes shift and quiet questions
Are surfaced for invisible ears in           	eras of unenlightenment.
              	You don't want to hear   	my voice creak in the echo of
                                	Existence,
Whisper in the silence and the fumes and the 
                                                  	Scatter I ask you for help to clean.
                                                  	You don't hear me.
                                                  	My belief is shaken like
              	Cali
                                	For
                                                  	Nia
riots in compton for shit that happened in rosewood
              	for tapped out h2o in flint,
                                	flint embers burn like
              	fires.  	Stop.  	frisk.   	Repeat.              	Now vote.
because good people died for that shit
because dingy jails were filled               	in black and    	white                   	pictures
 
              	doesn't matter now.  	
                                	
                                	she//her//they//him//he          	is showered with attention
under a bullies rifle
 
                                	But you don't hear me whisper
              	deafening         	              	silence               	on
                                                                                                                          	my                         	
                                                                                                                                            	knees.All Rights Reserved

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