Once again, we’re here

Another bullet

Another mistake

Another bad apple

Another injustice that will go unpunished 

I’m sick of fighting

Sick of yelling

Sick of arguing for my humanity

I’ve muted the images and cries

But my mind wanders still

Yet that in itself is privilege 

Another day 

Another death

Another mother without her son

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