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Apr 2021
I really despise those signs that read Stop
   Stop what? Stop living, stop breathing, stop get off my neck
Everything has to stop
Crying, laughing, running away from something,  cars on the street
Everything has to stop
Stop shooting my brothers
Stop murdering our sons
Stop putting us in a box
Stop calling us out of our name
Stop reporting us
Stop thinking you're right because you have a gun
Stop pretending to be like us
Stop, stop, stop
Now you put your hands up!
Written by
Latitisha Hendricks  45/F
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