The Unabolished Card Game
Slavery was abolished in the nineteenth century and despite this “freedom” there are still those kept shackled as slaves to a slavery unabolished
Stereotypes and classes aren’t just walls, they are moats
Leagues of terrain
Rickety bridges and fiery chasms
You and a fellowship may attempt to cross these barriers and you may succeed
But any attempt made to defend or redefine oneself is shot down
Shot down by a sea of black arrows dipped in the poison of oppression
Don’t be selfish with the race card otherwise you will begin to think of yourself less
And less than yourself is nothing but nothing is still something right?
Look in a deck of 52, life
Blacks and reds
There are no whites, they are the dealers
Remember black kings and queens of diamonds matter little to the card dealer
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