Cause

October 27, 2019

I would die for the cause

To break flawed, discriminatory laws

The cause is my dove, gives me wings to fly like Tomas Sankara upright.

The north stars are out tonight

They are too bright, melanin glicinning , beautiful to the sight

Exploding with energy to guide

oppressed black man and women worldwide.

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