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Dear people,   
      So...let’s face it, 
this’s...
Taught to work hard and make it.
       told;
 ‘Pull 'em boots up by their laces.’
           But, Basically, history's based off biases. -
      Got Histories of lies based off bias, they’ve provided, 
The So called collectively decided. 
                     So Then Why we hide Behind it? 
    Quite Secretly, in quiet: *shh!*
Remove said mistakes, cosmetically (to) hide, (it) correctively apply (it) like Make up, 
pleasantly take up these Fake faces for the public’s- eye, 
present a face for that eye, from out which form from, what they’were made up, (of )
    
      Presently, the faces #1 focus’s a race, to map society socially. Rank openly create one self in contrast to the surrounding status of an indestructible class in a clash stuck between statuses, Racial identities, classes and wealth displacement, its tragic. 
Labels from the past, pass, ladle it into a glass let’s go label-less at last, 
hopefully helps us find a fortune, full of magic, for the unfortunate to embrace us to rip out the laces that hold us in tune with said races that rate us, chase us to race to replace one of our two true human faces with there-test template’s, its instinct at basic. it’s...fate?
No way to shake shape, no time to hesitate, to somehow-present late, 
- to tempt fate, to amend faith, to Protest escape?
to live our LIVEs; contesting, concocting hate. 
Picking sides; it’s…
A battle Behind the eyes: 
...to needle in  between to…
Try...
To...     Train the outside to promenade, to long charade, simultaneously, 
        teach the inside to decide in & of itself is greatness-
At the same time, picket lines of hatred created. Create space, erase them...congregate, Stuck Safe in a place behind the one true face, in between the fake-front face’s-lace-curtain that divides us & hides us inside from ourselves, and decides which self stays in the shell, which self gets shelved with the surprise, of the placement,
    of which one of ourselves from out ourself’ rises.? 
Awake. 
Awakened. 



- for f*€%s sake people it frustrates me to the shakes? How many shakes does it take to awaken?
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