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Atlanta, Georgia June 2020

by melaniepaulos

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?
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