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I almost made it to the finish line but somewhere along I took a wrong turn segregation’s aftermath still lingering self inflicted prejudice over one’s skin abstained self antagonism over one’s curl pattern deeply rooted self oppugnancy over one’s own race persistent I know I’m not on the right course yet blindly I continue shackling the dependent to me as i spiral down this cascade too intimidated to speak out too worried about social acceptance too cowardly to admit it taught that color coding is inferior but favoritism to a specific color is acceptable I see police brutality to a specific race whereas other countries see Americans killing other Americans Republicans and Democrats both preach unity Yet stand divided in one house but I’m in constant denial because I was raised as a hypocrite I want change but only half of me is willing to fish for that change it wasn't always the way minorities didn’t have a voice so they fought for one generations later they hoard that voice locked in a shed collecting dust My people have the tools therefore don't be fooled because it’s only a matter of time before they put them to use and mold a beautiful sculpture
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Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 12:35 PM UTC
I am America
I almost made it to the finish line but somewhere along I took a wrong turn segregation’s aftermath still lingering self inflicted prejudice over one’s skin abstained self antagonism over one’s curl pattern deeply rooted self oppugnancy over one’s own race persistent I know I’m not on the right course yet blindly I continue shackling the dependent to me as i spiral down this cascade too intimidated to speak out too worried about social acceptance too cowardly to admit it taught that color coding is inferior but favoritism to a specific color is acceptable I see police brutality to a specific race whereas other countries see Americans killing other Americans Republicans and Democrats both preach unity Yet stand divided in one house but I’m in constant denial because I was raised as a hypocrite I want change but only half of me is willing to fish for that change it wasn't always the way minorities didn’t have a voice so they fought for one generations later they hoard that voice locked in a shed collecting dust My people have the tools therefore don't be fooled because it’s only a matter of time before they put them to use and mold a beautiful sculpture
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Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 12:35 PM UTC
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