W.Thayre

I wish I never met you, but my wishes are a little late. You have already beautifully orchestrated my fate. Now look at me, look at my state.

Point your loaded gun in my direction. Pull the trigger. Have some fun. You tell me it’s almost done. Your bullets pierce through my skin. Trusting you was my biggest sin. Now it’s a little late. Nice shot.

You said this was my early ending and you were almost right as you took my body and smiled with delight. I stood bruised and bloody, but broken? Not quite.

Point your loaded gun in my direction . Pull the trigger. Have some fun. You tell me it’s almost done. Your bullets pierce through my skin. Trusting you was my biggest sin. Now it’s a little late. Nice shot.

Are you surprised to see I’m still standing? Years later it's restitution I’m demanding. So...nice shot.

Equal justice. Under law. ”These four words are the basic promise of our legal system.” These words are supposed to be a core value of American society, created, spoken, and enforced to ensure that all people have equal justice under law, meaning no one is above or can escape the rule of law. The truth is, the legal system has failed us and this promise has been broken time and time again.

So many things divide us.

is the very things that identify us

Religion, politics, race, and gender

Women standing on the streets screaming defend her

The black man still used as a legal tender

Despite the truth, our beliefs we will never surrender

They help us point our finger at whom we think is the offender

Our hate intensifies

Our blood turns cold, our vision blurred by red eyes

Our brothers and sisters we brutalize

As we look at each other and falsely characterize

A belief different from our own we are taught to criticize

Skin, shades darker categorize

Because we believe the lies spoken by the men and woman we idolize

At war with each other

Hate, intolerance, and incivility normalized