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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.

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