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I GOT BARS


Race is a social construct, But how do we destruct a construct with the ideas that it brings up?

I got bars all around me, and they constrict the way society is suppose to be.

Race is thing of the mind, a made up idea that the people try to justify.

I got bars that they lock us up in, a meaningless cause, because all they see is skin.

Race is the cause to the problems in society, which leads to hate and starts to build a notoriety.

Perceptions that a person of color is more mature and aggressive, but why do we take these misconceptions so excessive?

I got bars and they keep holding me back, I’m stuck in a prison cell, and my mind is being hijacked

I got bars that could teach

I got bars that could preach

But I also have bars that could suppress my freedom of speech

I GOT BARS.



 

 

 
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TheFailThePro
<p>Yeah you got bars</p>

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