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My August sees no equality...


August, mother earth invites me in. Yet her inhabbitants tell me no, they say I will never see the light, because I am covered in dark. Yet I reach further. August, they tell me I gang bang, they don't expect me to know better. Yet I scored highest because I know better. August, ma'ma tells me I will be a working man, but they say this job is too complicated for my kind. Yet i haven't even fill out their application. August, the heat grows, I thirst for equality, but I taste no moisture! They say, those times have past and the world is new. Yet I have seen 19 months of august and I taste no moisture.
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CELVINBALDWIN
The cold truth..

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