I was the first, one of the first.
My first day, a state trooper caught me,
Put me in the backseat of the car
And meeting the other Black kids (was six of us)
And seeing all of those parents
And also KKK members having signs
And throwing cans at us, spitting at us.
We lived in the threat of death every day—every day.
So I was just lost. In this vacuum
Between in…
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