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.)