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Apply your knowledge to the history

Black people (african Americans) should already know.

Complications from the beginning has changed

Descendants and it’s crazy that

Equality hasn’t showed up at our doorstep and

Freedom rarely rings

Given the fact that whenever we raise our

Heads another one of us is gone.

 

In the end,

Justification isn’t even justified.

KKK killed and still kills whoever with

Little to no

Motive because it wasn’t needed.

No one ever cared about the outrageous things that goes on. The

Poverty continues softly as the

Quietness and the horrific

Reasoning that goes along with it

Seems to be a bunch of bologna.

 

The walks, the rallies, the marches

Up and down the streets are not enough.

Vocal cords are being used and are still not enough.

What else can we do when no one wants to begin to care,

X-cept the other “minorities” like us?

Your black is important.

Zero people can tell you otherwise.

 
 
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