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9 Minutes in He11. - Final

by @TomELSalter

9 minutes in he11, spent pleading for rights the world has failed to give him, but the white man won't listen as long as he’s on that racist coloured mission - a bent knee, once a pledge of loyalty but now an act of atrocity: a snap, crack and one final bark as a shade of black is smashed, into the sharp, hard ground of the world he once loved - so, please don't be silent, pick up what is left at the pavement, a human life taken, shackled, name-cuffed to a movement that should have never been needed, but it now rises, out of a community shattered, to defend those lives that should have always mattered.
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Written by
TomELSalter
19 / M / Brighton
Published
Jun 3, 2020
Time
1m
Tags
#blm#blacklivesmatter#georgefloyd#racism#oppression
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