my heart bleeds a cold spiteful colour that seems hopeless

after centuries and centuries and centuries of: pain and suffering, chains and ankle cuffing, segregation and impossible laws, human degredation and deaths for the cause, coloured lines and last picks, work in the mines and barbie-like wigs, culture termination and the education of self-hate, fake freedom motivation and penitentiary execution dates, community sabatoge and destruction of black owned schemes, settle down for hip hop dialogue and basketball dreams racial slurs and monkey metaphors, television blurs and the world shutting doors, the white man's drugs and melanin filled prisons, talent that lacks funds and vietnam missions, death of our black icons and imprisonment of mandela death of trayvon and others on the death list which could go on forever... do you have the right to tell "bottom barrels" not to dream to be on the top? do you wonder why forgiveness is slowly yielding in the world, as if it sees a sign that says it's time to stop? do they not say we must practice what we preach? are they not preaching hate? are they not preaching inequality? are they not preaching the false levels of life? is it too hard for the world to practice equality? is it too hard for the world to live in harmony? is it too hard for the world to see the similarities in our differences? is it too hard for the world to live without fear of colours? is it too much to ask for peace??? - t.m

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