We - Poem by jasmine banahi
We breathe, we live, we cry, when our heart stops beating we die.
We kill, we hurt, we pollute the air, while others are worried about being fair.
We smoke, we do drugs, we steal, I don’t understand this living but it’s real.
We rap, we sing, we feel for each other, we march against racism with a fellow brother.
We are young, we are old, we are people all the same. There’s nothing else in this world but the devil and ourselves to blame.
So when we live, we got to live right. So when we go up to heaven, we’ll see god and that’s alright.
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