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Jan 2019
The cries of our ancestors
Bleeding on American’s land
White supremacies all around
Begging n pleading
Tears falling heavily
Stripped from the roots
Families captured
Torn from their mother’s land
I mean the mother land
Of that dark melody skin
Whipped by the devil
Erasing our culture
Turning us white within
They say catholic is the first
Ultimate religion
Never knew my religion
Or my tribal mechanism
It’s a cold world
Oops a white world
Can’t you see
Tar in my veins
Changing my DNA
I wish I knew my roots
But instead I had to watch ROOTS
It’s like a mystery
Without a single clue
Char Blackmon
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Char Blackmon  25/F
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