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Wed, 01/17/2018 - 20:22 -- seascar

I have nothing.so I submit myself to something to soothe the stingmy society brings to me. He’s my puppeteer.so I let him grab me by the earto lead me to the sheerreality that I am just a negro. He is white.but he is sadly my knight,in shining armor guiding me to the light,of my frightening world. I am black.INVISBLE and lack the courage and privilege to carry my own backin this world made of white crack.

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seascar

Is this how poems are formatted? If not, can someone instruct me on how to change the formatting? Thanks.

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