……About as proud as Peter Proud touching his own child. Their pride is compiled with lies and rape, from which there is no escape, so they act proud and great, trying to hide the hate, but it ain’t no mystery like Robert Blake, it was men that look like them that murdered the natives so they can have land to take, now they talking bout making America great, when they ain’t been nothing but snakes, it will be America the fake. Be who you are and say the Lord’s Prayer backwards, then afterwards burn another cross while you drink your sauce, do your dark ceremony and watch another dude get tossed; burn candles while you ramble, I hope your clothes are extremely flammable, then you can eat each other like Hannibal.
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Happy New Year brother
(Fear is such a corrosive, ancestral trait
imagine
being 6ft 6, and being scared
of someone down the street
whose a foot shorter
because their skin's tint, differs
slightly from your tanned arms
fearing
deep - where it counts
the struggles that inherited deep melanin, overcome
as a people, as a community
makes them six feet larger, in scale
to your worthless, warped sense
of belligerently ignorant, self
quick to wage wars
slow to heed words
like their forefathers, they'll die
on that white hooded cross
simply, because its scary to think
that whitewashed, lore
they were indoctrinated in, as a child
is as fake as their father christmas
spineless, lies...)
still, in MLK and Mandela's vision
we entrust our dreams
aside our fair skinned, yet empathetically aligned brethren
'oneness', is humanity's only choice
There’s no power in oneness, they fear. Power is achieved by building ones self pass ones perceivable competitors and or enemies.. instinctively the power hungry will pounce on these perceived targets.. all acts are justified because of their justified actions.. into infinity. Their anxieties are supported by their fears, and their compulsions are seen as necessary, it becomes the norm for them so they don’t feel crazy.
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