What We Do

Go ahead and shoot

No need to say, “My Brotha”
No need to plea for life
So many fought to be free Slaves
So many died for rights.

Who am I to ask for more time?
Why should I think of
You think of—
Who I shall leave behind?

You look like me
I resemble you
Go ahead and shoot.

Not surprised
Should be surprised
But this is just what we do.
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