Do you see it now –
the blood spilling
from between closed lips
and clasped fists?

Do you see it now –
why we cry
and shout
and demand respect?

Do you see me still?
Before I fade away,
turn into another statistic,
do you see me before it’s too late?

I am someone.
We all are.

Do you see why now?
Do you understand?

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