Gone Too Soon

A poem series exploring the aftermath of police brutality

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Part One

Found in a pool of your own blood
Cops at the scene swear it was drugs
Screaming that you got a gun
Your own mind told you to run
Blue uniforms
Flashing lights
You not making it home tonight
Hope you remembered to kiss your wife
Remembered to call your mom
Paramedics race to the scene
Already flatlined
Ran out of time
Ran out of life



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