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In this jar,
take a look please.
It's full of the tears
you caused me.

In this jar,
the crimson looks black.
It's full of the blood
you shed from my back.

In this jar,
the creature is alive.
It contains a demon,
and that demon shall thrive as long as you're here.
N* *ever
E nding
R esidence of
D *efinitions
Hide the scars,
don't let them see.
They'll call you a ****,
just as they please.

You drink Starbucks,
you take selfies.
You're a White Girl,
you see.

You're hair is red
with your Irish genes.
You are a ginger
with no soul in thee.

Your skin is colored,
your hair so dark.
You are a criminal,
that's how they see.
I really hate some of the stereotypes out there, honestly.
Yes,
it may be a known opinion.
But it has a new form.
Someone that's willing to speak up.

Yes,
it may be a known idea.
But it has been taken into action.
Someone that's willing to do it.

Yes,
it may be a known remark.
But it has been said.
Someone that cares enough to say it.
Why am I here?
Do I have a message?
A purpose?
Or am I just walking aimlessly,
down a moonlit path,
surrounded by darkness
as well as a light
that leads nowhere?
You lie,
you hate,
you make us suffer.
You let terrorists free,
to **** us all.
You send us to war,
how stupid are you?
You make us pay more than we should;
you're going to ruin the economy.
You should never have been here,
should have never been born.
You should never have been given authority,
never should have ruled.
Thank you Obama,
for making a mess
of the lives of an entire country-
population 316.1 million.
I could say much more,
but the rest is a mess,
but the one you created
is bigger than the rest.
I am probably going to be killed by the government but oh well.
No matter how hard it is,
how weak you are,
there is always a place for you
in my heart.
You're not alone,
never shall you be.
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