……..The dictates of Balance regulates both peace and power, thus true black power would help a white child, and use black power to do it; real power is balance, our capturers knew it, proof lies in their unbalancing acts, running away with histories leaving only mysteries, precious scrolls guarded by poisonous snakes hissing me, the only pages that’s not missing me, if they knew they would attempt to christen me, for heaven sake they already tried to Christian me, baptisms reduced to mere isms, is like a old man with no wisdoms, the uneducated saying is him, or American politics never becoming acquainted with Ms. Chisholm.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: November 22nd, 2025 03:10
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