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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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