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Jun 2020
Move on
get over yourselves
its an accident of birth
if its not by your privilege
I am what I am
why is it your privilege
to tell me you will make me
not know who I am by the time
you finish with me
cause I don't represent your slave

who are you
but a band of rogues
who or what gives you
the right to judge or try to
subjugate me
why is it your privilege to undo
my traditional heritage, my cultural right
you are not my maker
your bullying tactics merely shames you

I wasn't raised in your home
where you robbed them of their identities
make them feel worthless from the day they are born
our features are criticize our cultures ridiculed
keep them down
marginalize and minimize them
to make you feel superior, powerful and in control
you see my confidence, self-assurance and real character
its frightened the dickens out of you, your fakeness is threatened
you have to try and destroy me

Move on
get over yourselves
I am what and who I am
and I am proud and honored to be who I am
why does it bother you so much
tis because you know I do not represent your slave
because I was born in honor and come with dignity
respectability and pride, why is it a crime to be black and proud
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
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