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ALL BLACK MEN ARE DANGEROUS


All black men are dangerous.

No did you not hear me I said all BLACK men are dangerous.

How come evrytime I walk by, you seem to clutch onto your belongings.

How come everytime I walk by you seem to have already judged me .

Is it because of the color of my skin. You dont know me!

Let me tell you, My name is Victor Omotor, born and raised in Lagos Nigeria, wanting a better life for myself, my communtiy and inevitably the world.

So before you categorize me into your definition of a B-L-A-C-K Black man, I say this.

I refuse to be your victim, I refuse to apply for a Job and be the loser to the white man , because he was the "BETTER " candidate for the Job

When we both know damn well that I was the better candidate and he was severly underqualified.

So give me an oppurtunity, I am tired of being the minority but its cool though.

Because while youre judging my brother on the corner, im telling your buddy oh pal , to check him

Push me again and he can wreck himself.

Because the next time you see me, you will not be grabbing onto your belongings,

you will be grabbing onto your mind because my intellectual ability will take you for a RIDE, My intellectual abiltity will surpass notion , my intellectual abilty will be ranked higher than you can ever imagine. I will be judged because of my attitude and persona , not your definition of me

Because i am a KING king, my brother and I , we are K-I-N-G KINGS, And our sister our Q-U-E-E-N-S, we are all one big happy family

And how dare you say youve been through the struggle, my sruggle and your struggle is not the same.

When you struggle , you struggle for one and one only but me when I struggle , i struggle for not one , not two, but the whole damn family.

So with all the authority in my voice, i tell my brothers and sisters to get up

We are not dangeroud, we are smart , we have bright futures, and most of all we have H-O-P-E hope, so the next time you see me youll probably judge me again, but im not borthered, you know why? My brother sisters and I , we are S-T-R-O-N-G, Man we are STRONG.

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