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Sep 2017
I think its rather comical; the growing civil unrest of White America.
If you know me you know I call it like I see it, that's it.
I don't hate anyone. To be honest that includes the crooks.
Yet how I'm seeing it now is sort of like a hypertensive reflex that has been stuffed and sealed deep inside, like a message in a bottle.
We the people on the outside of White America; we thought the message might have found its way to a desolate sand bar in the middle of the Bermuda.
Lost and forgotten.
Yet it appears that is not the case.
Parts of White America have gotten the message; great!
Now they want to organize and retaliate, great!
All I have to say is know why you out there in them streets.
Don't just link up for the Instagram photo op.
If your thrill seeking, just jump out of a plane its quicker.
Just know that while your rasing hell out there on Wall St, it’s just burning a bigger hole down on MLK BLVD.

-Em Har
Em Ray Har
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Em Ray Har  24/M/Brooklyn, New York
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