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RWB

Short Poem

By Chandelier Published 4 years ago 1 min read
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Red blood on the concrete

White pills come in, discrete

Blue streets make us feel weak, but we can't weap ‘cause they critique

We get lit off of Hennessy, and we smoke ‘till it’s too cloudy

Our best shit comes from overseas brought in from the Europeans

Make money by any means, kill a man sell his kidneys.

One goal to end Kings and Queens.

What is it that makes y’all envy? 70

It’s something in the air worse than Covid 19.

Which makes my black skin seem threatening.

Who is it that made us the enemy?

Enough is enough, I can’t breathe. 101

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Chandelier

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