What if all of the people that have cried hard and hurtdul tears over loved ones
What if all of the people that marched for progress, justice and equality
What if all of the people who burned candles in memory of at countless vigils
What if all the people who lossed loved ones and was thrust into that mother of the movement category and hit the BULLSEYE WITH THEIR BALLOTS
We say we are tired
We say we are angry
We say we are fed up
We say we want Justice
We say we want change
We say our lives matyer
Yet, when voting times come we are missing in action, THE BULLSEYE IS OUR BALLOT.
Why don’t we get the power of our vote?
Why don’t we get the power of our voice?
Why don’t we get that we play a major role when we sit out elwctions?
Why dont we see ourselves as chabge agents?
Why dont we see the issues that plague poor blacks, inner city blacks or the urban areas like our areas because they are?
Why dont you see our himanity as human with needs, deaires, wants, emotions and feelings?
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