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9 minutes in **** spent pleading for rights the world has failed to give him, but the white man won't listen as long as he’s on that racist coloured mission - hell bent at the knee; snap, crack and one final bark as a shade of black is smashed, into the sharp, hard ground of the world he once trod, cherished and loved - so, please don't be silent, pick up what is left at the pavement, a human life taken, shackled, name-cuffed to a movement that should have never been needed, but it now rises out of a community shattered, to defend those lives that should have always mattered.
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Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 1:38 PM UTC
9 Minutes in ****
9 minutes in **** spent pleading for rights the world has failed to give him, but the white man won't listen as long as he’s on that racist coloured mission - hell bent at the knee; snap, crack and one final bark as a shade of black is smashed, into the sharp, hard ground of the world he once trod, cherished and loved - so, please don't be silent, pick up what is left at the pavement, a human life taken, shackled, name-cuffed to a movement that should have never been needed, but it now rises out of a community shattered, to defend those lives that should have always mattered.
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19/M/Brighton
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 1:38 PM UTC
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