The White Cloth
You sit there eyes in those black hole,
your color deceive's your raised to hate others so brutally,
despite what they have done to you ,
walked passed you,holding hand with a white women maddens you,
what are you scared of losing your purity,
your blood lines runs entwined with every seed planted on this earth,
lets burn burn that cloth and wear our colors proudly,
together whenever!
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