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Jimmy just got back.
From afghanistan.
The nightmares won't go away.
All he can think about is killing.
While she's picking out baby names.
He's not as bad as you might think.
Just a victim of human instinct.
And put in that situation.
You'd pull your trigger too.
What we hear.
Is what we want.
What we see.
Is angry and rough.
What we know.
It ain't enough.
These tattoos don't make me tough.
Susan hops on a bus.
In a questionable part of town.
When a man in an oversized hoodie.
Walks up and asks to sit down.
She clutches her purse
and slowly slips aside.
With an awkwardness you could cut with a knife.
He didn't ask to be black
and you didn't ask to be white.
This bus is too small for stereotypes.
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