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Black Lives Matter

We never really know, do we? Who has our best interest and who's doing it for show I am the target in generation genocide and don't need the fake Born black Die black Live black Try black My blackness has become my reality If you love me like a brother Call me by my name I am not a rare breed or new discovery I've been black since my great grandfather I've been black since my grandmother I was black before my mother and before my father This temple in all of its glory is majestic It is holy, it is prestine, it is treasured It Matters

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