Mom!
How can they fear for their lives when I’m the one running for mine?
Mom!
I didn’t do anything wrong!
Mom!
Why do they hate me?
Mom!
Why are they hurting me?
Moooooomy!
How can I give them my hands when one is pretzeling my legs, two are pulling my arms in different directions and the other is kneeling on my neck?
9 minutes mah
I can’t breath
Over a traffic stop
A cigarette
A broken tail light
A look
My babe’s in the car
mom….
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