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antagonistically I am alive Languish is a two laned road Misogyny be my name and my role Pride be my form The sins of my brothers and my sisters they be here no more When my blood rises from the dead Ebonics will overcome phonics And our lives will be spared I am done playing politics done being your diplomat if you want the olive branch go get it yourself I am done acquiescing to your decisions and demands I am prepared to throw up my hands All I want is to be left alone with my kin All I want is for my diction to not define who I am All I want is for peace not to be left a dream We as a whole are taught that dreams can become reality That america is a country created and shaped by our thoughts Yet our reality is becoming nothing more than a nightmare Someone tell me who thought of this? How can we turn our reality from the nightmare it has become into our dreams let us be honest it was never a place for my people But since we are here can we not claw each others throats out and get back to the problem at hand?
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Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 1:05 PM UTC
Our reality
antagonistically I am alive Languish is a two laned road Misogyny be my name and my role Pride be my form The sins of my brothers and my sisters they be here no more When my blood rises from the dead Ebonics will overcome phonics And our lives will be spared I am done playing politics done being your diplomat if you want the olive branch go get it yourself I am done acquiescing to your decisions and demands I am prepared to throw up my hands All I want is to be left alone with my kin All I want is for my diction to not define who I am All I want is for peace not to be left a dream We as a whole are taught that dreams can become reality That america is a country created and shaped by our thoughts Yet our reality is becoming nothing more than a nightmare Someone tell me who thought of this? How can we turn our reality from the nightmare it has become into our dreams let us be honest it was never a place for my people But since we are here can we not claw each others throats out and get back to the problem at hand?
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Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 1:05 PM UTC
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