Unsettlin’ Melanin

Do the levels in My melanin Unsettle them? What about me with my hands above my head... Is more dangerous than a white man swinging an axe? So much so that he got off with a warning And I got six warning shots in my back? 'All lives matter!' They shout enraged, And yes that's true. But until Timmy and Tyrone both make it home, My life still doesn't matter to you.

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