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I'm sorry Mr. America


A dead man can't breathe just like still water doesn't move I'm bleeding red and white I'm sorry that's not what you wanted oops I forgot it is I'm sorry that I got my misconceptions mixed up with Americas reality next time I'll go ahead and just lie wait I'm sorry that's your job wait I'm sorry that's foxs job oops I'm sorry they don't lie they "interpret from a biased viewpoint" my blood isn't real blood my flesh isn't flesh my brain is a dumby m y body is a puppet I fall as a body under a system my consciousness is asleep my peers are all apart of my capitalist father uncle toms brother hmm what a great family and don't forget our grandfather slavery and our grandmother genocide with my cousin officer and his wife bullet whos always screaming go back to africa with my brother blackness my melanin is too rich to even be considered real I'm not a person and I'm sorry Mr. America - Jayee Posey
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