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A paradox - is there an escape?
Trapped in a box of the oppressors mind A paradoxical sentence where we don't get to survive Silence a promise to a world outside Compliance a prison confined till we die Discombobulated choices Either way each decision an enemy A fight for survival The endgame autonomy But freedom is a prize - unsure if we will win When survival equals suicide And resistance is treason A lose - lose situation A competition that'll never end In life and in death Peace was never our friend Narrative controls our fate Power manipulates the truth Dead or alive Our voices are of no use A truce is not an option When equality they hated They needed reason to stay relevant To feed delusion and an ego complex What is a decision when there was never a choice Where our fate is decided, yet are told we have free will Like a game of Chinese whispers Used to mess with our heads No clear path Just a warped road ahead How do we who are black ever get to rest When a world so heavily dependent Decide our torture will never end Or maybe it's just instinct An ancestral trend A legacy carried through the oppressors generations A paradox so tangled a struggle to undo A game of tug and war where both sides are losers As long as their hate exists We'll always be stuck as players in a game we were forced to play A game created where being black solidified your status In a game built on racism - will we ever have any black winners?
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