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Black Poetry: 3 poems
They beat us in the open
They incarcerate us to teach us a lesson
They shoot us in the back
They shoot us because we are black
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II
It doesn’t matter if you’re innocent
What matters is the color of your skin
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It doesn’t matter if you’re fault free
What matters is your pedigree
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III
Dead under 22
Is nothing new
Black and young
They beat us
Until we’re numb
Shoot me in the back
Because I’m black
Justice ain’t served
Your skin color gives you the nerve
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