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Mar 2020
Low morality strung on a white checkerboard,
Waiting for social justice to rival with peace.
Each move a power play,
Throwing their own egotistical feast.
Heighten sense of vulgarity,
Dishing out with the popularity across the street.
Painless arguments grow upon the
numbness aggression;
shielding those with agony to be beat.
Over a lack of kindness,
None will ever meet
I created this poem because people would often talk about my ex boyfriend and I due to the fact that we were different races.
Emi
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