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May 2019
There was a time?
When a King and an X spoke truth to our society mess?
Others ran in fear of their truth.

Within moments of times, we saw living proof.
Those that hidden for decades behind their created racist laws.

Hid behind religion as they created their schools.
Or made the white flight a relevant plight.

And look at us presently?
Hardly anything barely changed.
Some doors open and more racist exposed.

Somethings don't fade, they just hide until it rises again.
A king spoke the truth.
An X addressed it more.

And still, the problems continue on more.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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