Old Lies
Our forefathers wrote
Of an equality among men.
Which we try to quote,
But get beaten then.
How can we live in such a backwards world?
Our lips are bloody, their lips are curled.
Separate but equal, they try to appease.
But this taste of freedom is just a small tease.
Ask the Lord to help find happiness in pain,
But for bitterness I fear, my life will never be the same.
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