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Apr 2015
She's beautiful when she's angry.
And I hope that anger engulfs her pain.
To see those green eyes on fire
At the injustices spoon fed to women
And minorities by the white patriarchy.
Everyday in this country, a white man
(the richer the better) dictates the lives
Of those doing the real work
that keeps this country, ignorant and egotistical, from sinking.
Can you see us drowning from your pedestal in the sky, thief?
You say money can't buy happiness
but what you don't understand is that money can buy us
access to proper healthcare and warm clothes to wear
and a place to lay our heads at night and a meal to eat today.
And so while money itself isn't happiness
food makes for a happy person.
Have you ever gone to bed hungry?
The white man will make you illegal and invisible
So his slate may be wiped clean of the blood
of thousands of black, brown bodies
But they're not just bodies; beautiful souls
Souls full of purpose and laughter.
Souls full of sadness and of love.
Souls deserving of a life free of fear.
We're in the struggle and we can't leave.
Written by
Ashley Centers
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