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Far from timid • Caveat Lector

Wally's Words: Enough - a poem

Wally's Words: Enough - a poem

I am tired

Emotionally I have nothing left

Seems like the goal is achieved

A black man beaten, bruised and close to defeat

Ready to give in

And submit to my foe at their feet

But something ancestral in me won't allow these woes to repeat

Still I am tired

Exhausted from seeing

The degradation and complete

Lack of humanity for our being

Hands up

Were still wrong

There's no gun

Were still wrong

We react for a second or slip up and we're gone

Left slain in the street

Our blood stains their white sheets

While our past then gets dragged through the mud on TV

Only justice we seek

A little equality

Piece of mind that our sons may walk safe down the streets

Without being stopped searched and seized

Or choked at the neck

By an officer scared of the neighborhood he is sworn to protect

Where's the end where's the justice where's peace where's solace

As tired as we are these wrongs must be abolished

Through fatigue I will fight

Die if I must

Because that change that we seek must begin within us

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