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Jun 2017
You intimidate the male that holds you down.
You do.
Surely you do.

You hold the power of an image that holds them down.

They have clout and power.
But you hold an image that hurts them by the hour.

Where the master use to dictate to the slave?
They very aware things have  changed.
Notice it?

Wherever you walk?
They aware of your strength.
The power you have to seek revenge in a moment notice.

But you seen them as a friend in this racist climate.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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     SΓΈuΕ‚SurvivΓΈr and The Dedpoet
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