Proper. - Don't

Don't want to think about Sandra Bland
And how bad apples get off with a slap on the hand
Just turned older than she'll ever be
If I was next how long would you protest for me?

Don't want to think about having kids
Because how the fuck would I even explain it to them?
I picture a tiny me but with good hair
Locs bloody on the street
Oh god, I'm so scared

Don't want to think about Elijah Mcclain
Or how my little brother shares the same face and name
Don't want to think about the pit in my chest
Worried it could be him, not me, that's next

Don't want to think about it
But I have to think about it

Don't want to think

Written by:
NATASHA JOHNSON

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