Southern Law

It's just how it is bro.

Im wearing this around my neck-
because of the color of my skin.
Mississippi pines grow tall,
and Kudzu grow freely.
But, I am bound by law.
I look around below me,
and see people that deserve-
the judgement to be served.
Every one around will know
who will stay,
or who will go.
But, that's just how it is.
White ruffles and a band-
with a black garb.
I am justice,
And their lives are in my hands.

The End

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