Black creation

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Exactly two year ago, Cruelty showed it's face on a young black man who laid low. Struggling to get himself on his feet But his fate in the hands of the men in blue did he meet. For a $20 bill, Was slapped, punched and choked red Till he ended up bleak and dead. Oh please! Stop please? I can't breathe! His cries begged but they didn't leave! "Father forgive them,” this he did believe, But why is it that they can’t learn That I am here, that I can’t breathe. You’re not black, if you don’t know this beat. That echoes each time the system exposes its own guilt. Exhibit 17, the only saving grace Or yet another black man nightmare one must face. Never to be forgotten, though he is gone There is more to be done. In order to shield, Black lives. Because simply put, They matter.