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 Something's spreading

Our children's thoughts

Those in power abusing

Stories leave me distraught

Pledge your life to liberty and justice,

raise your hand and take an oath to serve and protect,

who are you protecting though?

I watch the news and see agents hurting the innocent,

children,

To be your child.

What would it mean to be your child?

Would you still be proud?

And when they refuse to treat me right, 

Would you stand up and be loud?

A girl stood alone 

on the edge of the world, 

scared to fall, 

but somehow she could not leave 

Her heart pounding, 

Her chest screaming, 

A kid simplified and broken down

Reduced to a microphone in their hand,

The notes that leave their lips.

This child is more than this.

“You are my daughter”