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May 2020
I have died a million times
Master's whip
Has left my back a million lines
Each body left broken
Connections lost
Cut a million vines
Each body left breathless
"I can't breathe" the words screamed a billion times
I die every time another black man is unjustfully executed. His stories, his family, his legacy. We're all connected.
The Calm
Written by
The Calm  24/M/Baltimore
     Coraline Hatter and Danielle
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