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Oct 2020
I travel for a while.
I journey many miles
I have heard about it.
Still hadn't found it.

I am aware of Africa.
I am aware of England.
I am aware of Spain.

The only place I can't find is black America.
And I have been looking.
Even ventured into the black communities.

I heard that they hurting, suffering, unlike the rest.
But this black America has me lost simply comprehending it.
Cause when I research the scenery clearly?
I realize it's a cultural thing with an identity brand.

Now I am mad.
I have been traveling to locate black America.

In search of a King or maybe a Queen.

One day I hope to see this creation.
All because other cultures have a country.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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