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Sep 2022
~My Mind

You don’t know.
You don’t know the pressure & weight I’ve endured as a black man.
On this battlefield with 50 other different shades of skin,
surviving on pay checks, to fight to the top of the throne we humans call “business”.
Trying to make beyond the figures of one’s lifetime to pay off rooted tree debts.
Defending my honor in pride & through ego in demand
that the next man will not 1-up me.
Because I owe it to my family since I’m the chosen one.
xavier thomas
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xavier thomas  29/M/Arkansas
(29/M/Arkansas)   
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