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The moe things change...


Never mind the Freedom Ride what about the ride home getting pulled over for the color of my skin it doesn't match this luxury car I'm in " that's okay, thanks officer, I know you're just doing your job my elders talk of citizens and lunch counters back in the day but can I get a seat today at Chez Top Chef, Chez pricey theft "No hostess, I don't mind waiting, and back by the kitchen would be ideal" I wouldn't want to bring the wrong element into this establishment by sitting in the window. I'm sure at least 10 of my gang banger friends would pull up and want to dine with me, better to avoid all that. Nostalgia looms as they boost of freedom marches in awe aspiring heart felt words I could not even fathom such a thing, in my attempts to march down my very own block witha meer 2 friends, I've met with much scrutiny, panic ,and cause for alarm. " yes lady we are hardcore criminals disguised as school children, our backpacks contain the latest in street weaponry.That hand sanitizer hanging from my strap is to ensure that no one contract Rhino virus during our criminal campaign. The more things change the more they stay the same.
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