Just Stop
No more kid gloves,
No more small talk,
No more Black Opression,
It needs to stop,
because you were never a slave,
you're daddy never gave his life,
In a field, picking cotton,
Feeling rotten,
Wondering how to raise a familly,
With so much going on,
You may not have been raised,
Safe from harm,
But you're alive,
Not oppressed,
Possibly depressed,
But OK!
So stop,
No more kid gloves,
No more small talk,
Enough.
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