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Dec 2013
Soldiers overseas like the wars
on our streets are already won.
I hear sirens all night long,
Victims fallen to another man's liberties,
I wonder when they're coming for me.
Sirens whisper
when women are assaulted every nine seconds
and War on Drugs permits the crimes of cops.
The sirens are silent now.
Protect my freedom
but cage me in fear.
Strangled by his hand he held me down,
I could not breathe.
I saw his face and knew
it was a memory I would not soon forget
though I would be quickly forgotten.
That's how power is held here
They told me it was a crime of *******.
the poverty line inches,
keeps inching, toward the middle class
I am not free.
I only sleep in the light because
I don't belong in the day.
This fear keeps me awake at night
Chronic.
Voices like bombs
chasing me like shrapnel.
I hear sirens all night long
I wonder when they're coming for me.
little Bird
Written by
little Bird  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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