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Land of the free you seem to call it But the freedom only seems to fall on one end of the spectrum one side of the scale And when the scale tries so excruciatingly to balance itself When it comes crashing down in an attempt to be heard, to make a sound, It is met with cries of outrage; With a selfish victimization of, “what about us?” “don’t we matter too?” but that’s not the point, now is it? The scale isn’t screaming out any less for the importance of one side by trying to give an inch of importance to the disregarded other. Black Lives Matter.
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC
Freedom
Land of the free you seem to call it But the freedom only seems to fall on one end of the spectrum one side of the scale And when the scale tries so excruciatingly to balance itself When it comes crashing down in an attempt to be heard, to make a sound, It is met with cries of outrage; With a selfish victimization of, “what about us?” “don’t we matter too?” but that’s not the point, now is it? The scale isn’t screaming out any less for the importance of one side by trying to give an inch of importance to the disregarded other. Black Lives Matter.
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC
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