Sorry I misjudged you by the
story the media told.
A car of a different color (blue)
original color (gold).
It wasn't you who started bickering
or the brutal fight.
It's just who I assumed you to be
that made the story seem right.
The wheels of racial politics keeps
spinning around and around.
I apologize for having to see your
body lying dead on the ground.
Nobody including me will never
completely understand.
Until we truthfully see ourselves
alone out in no man's land.
Everybody wants to be first at
any and all cost.
Extreme false explanations given
for the lives that's lost.
Where do you and I start or is
there a place for a beginning.
What happens in the end when
a heart never start mending?
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 3:11 PM UTC
Sorry I misjudged you by the
story the media told.
A car of a different color (blue)
original color (gold).
It wasn't you who started bickering
or the brutal fight.
It's just who I assumed you to be
that made the story seem right.
The wheels of racial politics keeps
spinning around and around.
I apologize for having to see your
body lying dead on the ground.
Nobody including me will never
completely understand.
Until we truthfully see ourselves
alone out in no man's land.
Everybody wants to be first at
any and all cost.
Extreme false explanations given
for the lives that's lost.
Where do you and I start or is
there a place for a beginning.
What happens in the end when
a heart never start mending?
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