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i'm a man, who carries his ***** ***** like a knife, ready to tear into the skin of white america. i'm a man, who holds my head high, and my back straight, and looks down on anything that tries to hold me down. i am a man, a black man, who walks over the bridges of my black sister's bodies, forgetting the times when i ****** on her **** drew out her power through her womb and called it revolution.
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Jul 26, 2011
Jul 26, 2011 at 9:26 PM UTC
what it means to be a man
i'm a man, who carries his ***** ***** like a knife, ready to tear into the skin of white america. i'm a man, who holds my head high, and my back straight, and looks down on anything that tries to hold me down. i am a man, a black man, who walks over the bridges of my black sister's bodies, forgetting the times when i ****** on her **** drew out her power through her womb and called it revolution.
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Jul 26, 2011
Jul 26, 2011 at 9:26 PM UTC
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