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We have had a Duke. A count and a Queen, King and yes, a Prince. All musical royalties. We have had created scientists and doctors although many barely of their race know of them. Until they venture out on their own to know more. Say Charles Drew too many within his own race. And you see a lost face. We have had a Huff, a Gamble, and a Gordy too. Record labels owned by ladies too. There is something wonderful about this brown color hue. We do go from light to dark. And witnessed some of the greatest actors to be known. We have been to space. When some thought we never reached? We have been discriminated against for decades and deny even eating seats. I guess fools forget that money is green. We have seen a Nation We have seen the Panthers. We support protesters too. Still, question how Black Lives Matter is seen as a hostile group? Then negative always comes from other owners' news.
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Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 12:13 AM UTC
Recognize Us(Too Good To Be Forgotten)
We have had a Duke. A count and a Queen, King and yes, a Prince. All musical royalties. We have had created scientists and doctors although many barely of their race know of them. Until they venture out on their own to know more. Say Charles Drew too many within his own race. And you see a lost face. We have had a Huff, a Gamble, and a Gordy too. Record labels owned by ladies too. There is something wonderful about this brown color hue. We do go from light to dark. And witnessed some of the greatest actors to be known. We have been to space. When some thought we never reached? We have been discriminated against for decades and deny even eating seats. I guess fools forget that money is green. We have seen a Nation We have seen the Panthers. We support protesters too. Still, question how Black Lives Matter is seen as a hostile group? Then negative always comes from other owners' news.
jeffrey-conyers
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Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 12:13 AM UTC
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