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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I won’t hold my breath for the day you stop butchering us. We already have enough issues trying to breathe with you around. They said one should never bring a knife to a gunfight, can you ask them what they said about bringing tear gas to a protest? Since you’ve made your story, his story, let us tell you our story. We’re not as good as you when it comes to telling myths, no high jumping cows, no dubious tales of self defence, and especially no white Jesus... No one believed that one Our mother country was forcefully penetrated by the lust and greed you had for her creations. Meanwhile our father, time, was forced to watch, incapable of defending her, castrated of his pride. You left her lands infertile, you left his seeds incapable. We went to the doctors for the ills you caused us. You murdered Dr King in ‘68, so we’ve been stuck in the waiting room ever since. Herbs and crystals our people once used to heal. The herbs you criminalised. The new crystals you put in our communities didn’t help, we also found out Mr Escobar sold them cheaper. In consolation, we got to see a black man in the White House, if only you treated him differently to every other black man in a White House, just another house negro. But if the blue man lives in the farmhouse, and the red man isn’t even on the right continent, then why is the orange man in the White House? You never did know how to treat the coloureds right. Just ask Columbus and his ‘Indians’. My friends had an intervention for me, tried to convince me I was in an abusive relationship. They don’t understand, it was my fault that you lynched me. I’m still pretty to you, that’s why you copy my hair, copy my clothes, copy my lips, even the complexion. Somedays it’s blackface, others it’s a Kardashian. Maybe they are right, maybe it’s time we break this off. I promise. It’s not me, it’s you. This relationship has no more left to offer. We have no more artists, inventors or scientists we want to feed to your slaughter, and we’re sure you can have more fun without us. No one knows how to party like the conservative middle class, am I right? You: The entitled, the privileged, the ignorant, the cruel, sadistic, enemy of peace.
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