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The problem, One that I keep coming back to, In America, Is one of Identity. It's a thing that ebbs and flows, With the coming and going, Of whatever agenda is pushed. Now, if I'm pulled over, or looked over by name, or dare I associate with color. Then they'll **** me and my blackness. Now, should I take it personally, or empathize within the box they put me. Then they'll curse me for denying the whiteness. In this tug of war, I write my own story. Two races, One mind, But the spirit of millions. I am my ancestors, black and white. This is my perspective. I'm taking it back.
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC
In the Spirit of being Honest
The problem, One that I keep coming back to, In America, Is one of Identity. It's a thing that ebbs and flows, With the coming and going, Of whatever agenda is pushed. Now, if I'm pulled over, or looked over by name, or dare I associate with color. Then they'll **** me and my blackness. Now, should I take it personally, or empathize within the box they put me. Then they'll curse me for denying the whiteness. In this tug of war, I write my own story. Two races, One mind, But the spirit of millions. I am my ancestors, black and white. This is my perspective. I'm taking it back.
devin-ortiz
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC
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