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Aug 2016
Africa sent a Trojan horse to America
You call them slave ships
Lurking through slavery
Pure resilience
And when
After a hard long day
In the future which is now
White supremacy
Having not worked at all
unlabored
Fell asleep
full from all the fruits of blackness
And its throat was slit
once and for all
The Trojan Horse is me
Elan Bonde Gregory
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