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May 2020
Logic is. Small but its.
In acknowledgement. Of how
I swallow it.
I follow it. Like dominoes.
Falling like the walls around.
All of my accomplishments.
I watch this talk like 60 minutes.
Cocky ****** crowding politics
Gone in 60 seconds
From this cage of bigotry
Hate and intolerance
Your obnoxiousness
Is rotten. And your bigotry
Is polished with.
A type of solvent that makes chrome
Shine sparkly when
That black cotton rag has to polish it.
Us white folks up in parliament
Fought the south to abolish it
You fought to keep those
"*******" under lock and key.
And pick the fields and build your children all white colleges.
So you can worship god but its.
Not for afro awesomeness.
*** you've forgotten this.
That every man. Is perfect as a child
Unless you preach the gospel
Of  hate to man.
You rotten *****. That's ******* godlessness.
I could demolish every bit of your awesome hot blooded white supremacy. From consciousness.
But honestly you cant decide if I'm the devil. Or I'm a forbidden want you dare not. Mention.
Talk or bother to acknowledge it.
When the walls come down
I'm sure I'll be ok with all my principles.
*** the devil makes his bread and spreads disease with you sick.
Twisted individuals
Jordan Gablehouse
Written by
Jordan Gablehouse  27/Two-Spirit/Canada
(27/Two-Spirit/Canada)   
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   Cody Smith
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