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Block Party

Social media creates  
its own invitations  
So I went  
I laughed  
I cried  
thinking about my dadís last moments  
His last words  
They surely werenít  
I canít breathe  
Not to the 100 that came to get him  
20 of them got hurt just trying to get at him  
A knee on his neck long before that day  
So I kneel  
Trying to find the answer  
And they kneeled with me too  
Written by LobodeSanPedro
Author's Note
NYC protests in front of the United States Court House on the first day of the curfew. (Picture taken by author).
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