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Black Lives Matter  

By Laura W. 

 

Hurting.  

No more  

Light.  

Hope  

Has vanished.  

Hate  

A revolution arises.  

Weapons of words spitting acid and fire.  

No longer are  there 

Peaceful lulls of tomorrow's promise.  

A new dawn is upon us.  

Suffering.  

Pain.  

 

 

(This is a reverse poem. Feel free to read it once from top to bottom then bottom to top.   You will see a different meaning by doing so.)