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May 2020
No more entering the back door.
Unless they chose too.

No more sleeping in segregation rooms.
Unless they choose too.

No more riding at the back of the bus.
Unless they choose too.
And it's killing you?
Which comes through in your racist views.

No more drinking from that segregated water fountain.
Unless they choose too.

No more sitting at the racially divided theatre.
Unless they choose too.
And it's killing you.

Although certain events in society favor you.

You still running in fear of those not a concern with you.
They have better things to do.

No more taking threats to simply wipe aside.
Now those you intimidated in the past.
Don't let things slide.
Unless what?

They choose too.

It doesn't feel good?
When the same treatment tossed back at you.
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jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
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