too native

too many and young are the hearts
that too soon stop their brazen beats;
too many are the men and women
who lay dead, discarded in the streets
like trash awaiting curbside collection;
frozen girls locked in beaten fear,
shot boys dead from masculine lies
gone from those wishing them near;
too native and unseen are the ones,
invisible lives left fighting for a voice;
as would-be patrons pour useless pity
in place of power or any real choice.

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