They open doors
to white supremacy
terrorists invited in
like it’s tea time
at the White House
while my love runs to
catch a train in New York
and has cops chase
follow
point loaded guns
at a man in service
and yell at him
to show ID
he sits between
death and life
at that moment
while resting on a bench
catching his breath
wondering why
he has to defend
running
to a loaded gun.
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