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in a crazy world
trapped in between sanity
are lightbursts dying.
how can we hear sound
when chaos crushes silence?
violence in our ears.
I just want to feel
what it's like to not wear the
weight of my black skin.
the beauty of it
lightens the load maybe that's
i'm in the crosshairs.
A simple note:
I believe in angels, I've seen and touched them. Some humans have
halos tattooed on their souls.
A simple note:
There is a sadness in me. My self-care is art. I use it to chip away at the pain. Who knew a paintbrush had a sharpened edge?
Life Note:
Growing up I didn't have a "silver spoon" in my mouth. Mine was wooden. I beat my drum of life with it. And here I am. Dancing.
I've known 12 to die
not the police, black children
lives snuffed by our faults.
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