The Daring Game
The daring game that goes un-notice.
How dare you to mistreate me, and dare to want to be a part of me.
How dare you to mistreate me and dare want to carry my name.
How dare you to mistreat me and dare to try to be a part of my culture from another.
How dare you to mistreat me and dare not to understand the culture of what you wear that comes from me.
How dare you to mistreat me.and try to take my culture for a fool that you been good to me.
How dare you to mistreat me and assume that was victory for you are just showing how childish you are, you can not be a part of me as growth and unity.
How dare you to mistreat me.for you have no idea how the world came together and you will never know for I chose no one but my son and life and everything in it.
Copyright © Nagella Jean-Baptiste | Year Posted 2018
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