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One White Soul Is Equal To a Millon Black Souls

Bigger in, Bigger out, The life of an African- America native son In the hands of the white Aristocrats. The birth of hardship on him by the hungry sun Has made the sky becomes thirsty for a walk. Afraid of rubbing a white man but aren't ashamed To kill his follow black in the same hand as his. Bewildered at the sight of what life has done, He stumbled across roses on his return back from Forty seventh street from the honesty of the honey cruel fight that broke up the robbery of Blum' store. Seeking for an empire within the heart of the white When the sole of the immoral whites despised him. Like a prodigal sheep he roamed with his gang but Their eyeballs depict an illusion of a false hope. Footprint printed in the printing store of hatred; Hatred that flap in a righteous muse but sin woefully. In the heart of Richard lies Thomas Bigger but never Was a native son of America born, but a black child That savor the tones of the mistaken brave world. That which lies in the fidgetting skin of Wright is the mind of Thomas with a moving trains that mandate wills. Unresolved issues between the blacks and whites in colour still linger in the unplanned world today. 'One white soul is equal to a million black souls' They pronounced through mouth without teeth. Is the blacks black and dark darkness in brain? Equality and equity is what race and sex should be Build on regardless of any colour of the skin. The blacks are not monkeys nor Apes! Sinking of the old tale into our matured skin is a sin, Learn to learn the covering of Gus as not weakness But a methodious ways of learning the weak and trembling part of the claimed commander, Bigger Thomas, blacks in the eyes is not black in the head. One white is not equal to a million black souls. (C) John Chizoba Vincent Voice Of Vincent 2016.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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