I’m from Augusta

Destinee Simpson, Guest Writer

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I’m from Augusta, where the good die young.

And fights break out of nowhere.

Where the mall or movies is no longer safe.

Where there’s no longer fighting one on one, but

to jump instead.

I’m from Augusta, where teachers would rather throw a worksheet on your desk than teach.

Where you are still judged by the race you are.

Where it’s better to record a fight than break it up.

Where we have more candelights than graduation parties from Augusta.

Where mothers stay up late at night wondering what they could have done to protect their child before it’s too late.

I hate to say it, but I’m from Augusta.

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