Tyesha M Doy Poems

War bound brown faces with frowns
White men with cricked smiles cricked ways
Dreams being shut down blood spilled
But only my kind being gunned down
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How the wind blows through trees and make everything in its path move, but howls as if it's crying
How Lighting strikes, but searches for metal to help ground it from being so out of control
How the rain falls heavily, but tries to slow down getting washed away in the gutters of the ground
How thunder roars and bangs after every lightning strike is how my emotions are inside of me
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Let me take a second out of my busy day to educate the uneducated
You know who you are
The ones who have been privileged enough to be ignorant to issues that do not involve them directly
So don't, won't and can't understand the difference between protesting and disrespecting
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