Pointing At Us
By Chuka McCoy
This hot air balloon
Shaped like a gun
Is about to blow up your spot
Because you see
The symbol we see
In front of your store
Holds us hostage
Normalizes how much
All around abuse it brings
Your store brings it out to
Attract attention and business
But this neighborhood
This world
Doesn’t need that pain
That anxiety
That reminder
Pointing at them everyday
Pop that balloon
Blow up some hope
Respect
Love
And put that on display
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