Black lives matter poems
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My hair is nappy and yours is straight, you and me are nothing alike. My skin is brown and yours is white, you and me are nothing alike. I live in fear and you live in peace, you and me are nothing alike. You say he shouldn't have resisted arrest I say a man shouldn't have been shot six times in the chest, you and me are nothing alike. You don't have to fear losing your father or brother for the wrong move...I do, you and me are nothing alike. You scream all lives matter while I shout to the mountain tops BLACK LIVES MATTER, you and me...are nothing alike. So while you sit here and say you feel my pain just remember you and me are nothing alike. When we come and reclaim our land and we take stand, we will show you all while you and I are nothing alike.
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