Sorry for the inconvenience of my speech
I don't control the way I speak
It is not required for my skin to be bleached
All the negros get appeached
When the white man's tires are the ones that screeched
I will not confess to this "misdemeanor" that I did I did not even see
I will not plead guilty
Do not correct my misspeech
When I am using the slang I acquired in the streets
I will not apologize for the inconvenience of my MOTHER FUCKING SPEECH
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Author:
Madison Touré (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 30th, 2017 23:36
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 18
- Users favorite of this poem: Syd
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Comments2
Welcome to MPS, Madison! Here you do not have to apologize for your speech. MPS is open to any expression of poetry and we do not judge anybody about anything outside of writing.
Really enjoyed this Madison, look forward to reading more from you - Syd
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