Savana Tate’s Poem

 They lynched

We died

They sold

We suffered

They bought

They killed

Broken bones

Mutilation

Some loved

They were ashamed

Unhappy

Pained

We loved

They hated

We ARE the same

Run fast

Don't look

They take

For god's sake!

Close your legs

Don't slouch

Sit straight

They say

Don't yell

Don't scream

Don't listen

RUN

Many don't get away

But here

We come