This World

March 16, 2009
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It feels like, it feels like the world is a Blood, a Crip, or a KKK.
Yeah they are trying to stop terrorism,
But it just isn't working.
Everyday you'll hear something,
Something not right
A shooting, a robbery, the killing of a kid.
Then somedays,
You hear about your black president.
It's real sad,
If you think...
But it's our world, where we live.

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Andrew G. said...
Apr. 1, 2009 at 2:28 pm
first published poem!
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