Snake Bites
A product of my generation
The product of hate
It's poisoning our water supplies, our children, our lives
Its not a product of man
Its not a product of woman
It's the story of our ancestors
Passed down from our psyche, the bubbling poision
Oozing into our soul and self-worth
filling us with hatred of those who are different
And those who are inside us.
So let us suck the posion out
And take pride in our love of self
And not care how it looks to the other people
Because now you are the different ones
And now you are everything they are not.
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