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Jun 2020
Dreams of running in tunnels of sand
And burning cop cars
Making glass
A call and response
But the cry is never heard
Sand makes
Mass
In our self contained
Timers
But how long have
Some folks been
Waiting for just the
Toe to ground reaction
From white folks
When cop cars
Make glass
And white heat
Makes violent
Gas spitting at
Peace
When will I be
So old to see
Any change?
Melanie Anne Paulos
Written by
Melanie Anne Paulos  27/F/Atlanta, GA
(27/F/Atlanta, GA)   
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