Can someone write me a poem? PLEASE

Ayodele Ayoola

I WALK DOWN THE STREET

AND GUESS WHO I MEET

THE MEN IN BLUE WHO SUPPOSED TO DEFEND

BUT INSTEAD THEY CHOSE TO APPREHEND

THEY SLAP, PUNCH, CHOKE ME RED

THEY WON’T STOP TILL I END UP DEAD

OH STOP! PLEASE? I CAN’T BREATHE!

I BEG OF YOU, JUST GO, AND LEAVE!

MY CRIES ALL DISAPPEAR OUT OF SIGHT

I’LL END UP DEAD IF I TRY TO FIGHT

HIS KNEE IS UP AGAINST MY THROAT

NO ONE CAN STOP HIM, THEY ALL TOO REMOTE

MY GOD, WHAT COUNTRY DO I CALL THIS

A NATION WHERE THE POPO CAN JUST GO BLISS

AT MY EXPENSE, I KID YOU NOT!

I’LL BE BEAT, STEPPED ON, OR EVEN SHOT!

THIS NONSENSE MUST STOP, BUT COURSE IT WON’T

ALL I CAN DO IS SCREAM PLEASE DON’T!

AS I BLEED HERE LYING DEAD ON THE FLOOR

I KNOW I AIN’T WELCOMED HERE NO MORE

THE PROTECTORS FAIL TO PROTECT US

FAILED TO SERVE

AT LEAST ME

AT LEAST MY FAMILY

MY PIGMENT MAKES A WHITE WOMAN CLUTCH HER PURSE WHEN I GO BY

ALL I TRIED TO SAY WAS HI

SHE CAN TURN MY GREETING [ACKNOWLEDGEMENT] INTO AN ALLEGATION

THEN HERE COME THOSE BOYS IN BLUE

THOSE WHO REFUSE TO LIVE BY THE TRUTH

THEY SERVICE A GOVERNMENT THAT BELIEVES I BELONG IN A CAGE.

MENACE 2 SOCIETY

TO A PIG SIX FEET UNDER IS WHERE I SHOULD BE

YOU STEP ON MY BROTHERS NECKS WHILE GUNNING DOWN MY SISTERS

YOU SHOOT ME IN MY FRONT YARD

I’ll Rise, I’ll Rise, I’ll RiseYou may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don’t you take it awful hard

’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I’ve got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Explanation:

the answer is actually b.   as habitats are destroyed, animals and plants may become extinct.   , according to edge nuity