…..I have visions of an adorned uniform, with green, black and red emblems on; I’m torn since I was born, because of unmerited scorn, my people was a blindfolded gimp in the American porn. Is it wrong for me to salute the red, white and blue, I can’t say it was no one in it I knew, but the far right knew the same people to, and they still do what they do, it’s going to turn this country into a bloody goo, that’s true. Our experiences fits us into a different uniform, that’s why we’re torn, they want us gone, not even born, now that’s worst then blood and gore. The Medgar Evers’s, the king’s, the Park’s and the X’s, that help civilize the red white and blue, that’s who I’m standing for, they still want us dead and gone, even in lands where we was the first born, that’s why I have visions of a black uniform.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 11th, 2022 20:06
- Category: Unclassified
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