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Jun 2021
They’re killing people of my kind
How do i stay calm when i have no kin
This great carnage has led me to believe
That my mind is black unlike our flag
You’re on with your lynching,
and us huddled in fear.
We’re the fly on the spider web,
stuck once- and forever dead.
Written by
Rollercoaster  14/M/belongs to the rain
(14/M/belongs to the rain)   
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