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Black America

When I dream of equality...what's that got to be? Should my business only hire people that look like me? I should buy a white slave and set them free-In some centuries Then never trust their kind simply standing next to me Even though my kind brought them from their land! I wont lift my feet when they need a hand! I mean who do they think I am? The descendant of the people who owned them? Or that I'm living on stuff they built? How dare they try and throw this guilt? I'll never trust them publicly or expect them to be close to me How tragic they cannot behave civilly- Just like me They say my money is stained in blood And I cringe when I hear them sling this mud I mean I don't get anything for free! Always screaming take some responsibility Is it my fault all the owners look just like me? We all believe in equality so go build your own   economy!
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montay-henson
26 / M / American
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Oct 29, 2013
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