this city smells of death. 

Gray clouds hover 

Over a city shrouded in black 

And I do not mean the color of skin. 

I mean the heaviness of death 

Circling inhabitants 

Confined to spaces no longer deemed as safe. 

Walking with our heads down 

Turning a cheek  

Making little to no eye contact 

with our brothers and sisters 

An estranged family 

Dividing lines drawn 

When some of us just want the dawn 

To break through all the darkness.

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