life is fragile
spit flew from her mouth
her sign hitting us on the head
our body wracked with pain
embarrassment
walking through doors built by coat hangers and poverty
life is fragile
his fists screamed through the air
bruises and blood mixing purple
our body no longer breathing
innocent
driving on dark streets paved with whiteness and pride
life is fragile
they worshipped and prayed
their guns resting in their pockets
our body named shameful
exiled
looking for pews not made for perfection and arrogance
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