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A Thick Chord Echoed,
Weaving With Sly Precision,
Through The Sleeping Trees,
At The Sound Of Such Beauty,
I Decided I Must Sing
Arooooooooooooooooo.....
The Dull Dawning Sky Woke The Birds,
As It Metamorphosed In Grace,
The New Day Deserved No New Words,
For She Would've Taken Them With Her,
As Well As Every Waining Breath,
She Brought With Her Spirits For Life,
She **** With Her Spirits Of Death,
To Bring Them Back To The Heavens
I Get The Privilege Of Watching The Sunrise Everyday.. This Triolet Is A Little Off! Sorry Folks:)
My Fists Clench The Throat Of Anger,
My Knuckles Turning A Ghostly White,
They Chuckle At The Sight Of Them,
They Laugh At Their Native Tounge,
They Speak When They Have No Right,
They Break Hearts When They Have No Say,
They Steal Amition With Their Stares,
They Crush Courage With Their Glares,
They Are Nothing More Then Lessers Themselves
I Don't Care Who You Are.. If You're Racist You Deserve A Good Slap In The Face!

Her: So I Found This Somalian's Papers In The Bathroom Talking About How She Was So Upset That People Are Mean To Her Cuz She's Somalian So I Tore It Up And Threw It In The Sink. Stupid Somalis.
Me: Wow You're Not Racist At All.
Her: I Am Very Racist
Me: And You're Proud Of That?
Her: Yes... Yes, I Am

How Can The World Stand To Harbor This Hate For So Long....
My Old Soul Is Trapped In A Body Too Young
Sometimes

It

Really

Offends

Me

That

I

Am

A

Human

Being
Just Expressing My Anger
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