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I live, in the home of the brave,
the land of the free.
Unless
you look like
me.
The it's prison, packed in like cattle.
Branded a failure. Inhuman.
Justice is blind, or so they say.
It must be true
cuz rarely do I see
extrenuating circumstances
come in to play.
Abuse? Not an excuse.
Rape? Nope, but hey
"At least you can't get pregnant
that way"
Mental illness? Don't worry,
we'll make sure you get your meds
where you're going.
"Please, I've had a rough life too.
You don't see me running around killing people,
do you?"
A common wisecrack, during the lead up to a trial.
But we don't know
everything that they've been through
or how it's afected them.
is it too idealistic to say
that I long and hope for a day
when justice regains her sight
enough to see the silhouette
of ghosts, in a young Black man's eyes?
To measure and weigh
all the actors on stage
not based on their role
but their performance that day?
