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RE: POETRY | DAY 27 | Suburban Nightmare (Headlines #1)
Sometimes the silent activist inside is awoken from too much external madness. Not in our names indeed.
Sometimes the silent activist inside is awoken from too much external madness. Not in our names indeed.
That's how I felt this morning reading this tragic headline: "Police fatally shot a black man, mistaking pipe for a gun". Enough is too much, already, I thought, and shared a small post about my thoughts...