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Whiteness Mixed In The Shrill Sound Of Sirens.

by @martacweeks

Whiteness Screams mix in the shrill sound of sirens Wet with tears From the eyes and faces of those Cries for justice Most born and die never knowing trust Diminished by shadows Distrusted because of the color of flesh Less than life Teach their children before spoon fed Not to stray But to live in their shade of color Not to ask Nor to ever expect permission nor contradict To ignore humiliation With such words as why are you sensitive? And if worried About walking, working, or living, not white signifies diminished worth Not worth the respect or value of humans Dogs in pounds When whiteness is like crap filling the toilet Brown
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