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        It still hurting alot
    Mother, it hurts so much 
methinks my head is about to, I can
fathom that thought of my head will             o
explode, bits and pieces of me scattered________________t
around for all to see the shiny in's
of me because of my denied dues
not to be like autumn trees and
thrush of life's breaths shedding              
whites off my hair expose its amber
If I surrender will I get my summer,
our talk that soured will sweeten 
the hour? Query on hold. Hold, 'tis
aching yearns for its light skin tones
some shade, some toning to
hide. A walking dead 
they'll see--weird, beach
sand, I face yet ere me
a challenge be                                                ca ut io us ly
taken out thy sullen                                          pose fates
a wild, wild guess, be                                my knees subtly 
repenting. Nay, not knees,                   essence.  A noun,         trickery.           Shall I count the days spent                     within your               tummy, 
Mommy? Oh very well I will clean            my room                      until the
day comes when  I raise my hand and that all                    five fingers, you'll see thee  racist who had emerged in my mirror of late, and cast then shadows                   just out of sight            seize d--arrested in plain view    by America's                       finest doing                        bet   review                     to say 
that justice                             is well                           seems to                                                                                                  be in order
from what                                                                I   see,
there are                                                            fingers   of
contempt                                                     and to    my
mirror grip                                               negativity,
I offer thee                                            the pleasure                                 
of my knee,                                   lest my feet get 
in the weigh ...,                    of a deserving
kick, one goes awry like a brat such as I.
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