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Feb 2018
Ain ’t no looking back for me
     I feel trapped
Lost in a whirlwind
     Can’t adapt
Boots placed against my neck
   I can’t breathe
Shackles dragging from my feet
   I can’t leave
Hands up don’t shoot
   I’m unarmed
Pray my children wake to see
   Me unharmed
America the beautiful
   The land’s torn
Pray for the night to end
   Bring the morn.
Keef The Last Poet
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Keef The Last Poet  38/M/TX
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