Numb

Numb from the hurt and pain.

Numb from the target on my head.

Wondering what enemies want to gain?

Shameful to think, “What if I’m next?”

Racism is to blame

For me wondering, if soon,  people will say my name?

But onward I MUST and WILL go.

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