Dream
How can I dream again, when I hurt so?
Loathing love within legacies of hate.
Castrated down to the ground
I am black, I am brown
With no dream willing to participate
Because deep inside, there's hate
For the black and brown ungodly fate
I can cry, I can die, I can scream
I cannot dream. How does your world seem?
I wish to raise the dead and all the hungry fed.
Then my dreams would come to bed.
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