ARTS 1520 Chapter 1: Black vs Blue
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If poem is hard to follow this is it written out outside of the pictures. I feel the sweat bead as i start to sway. The beat of my feet as i run away. Though i may be innocent they won"t see it that way. The questions unasked so the violence may start. The feeling of losing my life before it starts. My skin is a mark that segregates to a high degree. The screams ring in the distance, call for my surrender. Though i started this job to be a defender. They think that i am the master pretender. My brothers may be in the wrong, but i am not the offender. The notes of unjust treatment were never my tune. Though i never knew the song would play again soon. The thought of peace popped like a balloon. Now i am seen as a common goon. However, i will continue to serve and protect.
