Hashtag,
Black Lives Matter.
Hashtag,
Say Her Name.
Hashtag,
She was just sixteen.
Hashtag,
She hung herself in a cell with a trash bag only to lie dead in a mugshot.
Hashtag,
Another Day, Another Body.
Hashtag,
She was a black woman who was depressed,
She put the gun to her own head and pulled the trigger.
Hashtag,
She was tired.
Hashtag,
We did her a favor.
Hashtag,
He was a thug. His death was a win for us.
Hashtag, he pushed someone in a convince store - That hoodlum.
Hashtag,
He shouldn't have worn that hoodie.
Hashtag,
He shouldn't have been in that park playing around like a normal child.
They will never be normal.
Hashtag,
My father.
My mother.
My brothers.
My sisters.
My uncle.
Hashtag,
I don't want to be another hashtag.
I don't want to be the cause of a war that has lingered on our chests for centuries.
Hashtag,
She deserved it.
Hashtag,
She shouldn't have talk like that-
Hashtag,
All Lives Matter.
Yeah she was important or whatever,
But so is my white life and my children,
With our white mentality.
We're important too!
We're white,
So her life is not nearly important as ours.
She hung herself,
She pulled the trigger,
She talked back.
She was just another nigger with a bad attitude anyways.
Why should she matter?
I matter.
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Woman.
PoetryA book of poems and feelings. A book from a girl, a rose from the concrete. A Woman growing.
