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I have never felt harassment because of my race

what does that feel like? I couldn't say

I imagine it's like trying to tell a sexist male

about the pay gap and attempting

to explain to an insecure woman

that a thigh gap is unhealthy

or convince the wealthy that money

only buys temporary happiness

why do we become obsessed

with treasures, power and appearance?

it's all about the way you look

my skin is white, his skin was brown

and now it's pure black as it sits

in the cold ground, waiting for nothing

because as long as there are people

willing to rise up and ask why

there will be someone squashing them

like a boot to an ant.

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Dec 10, 2014
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