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The Race of Racism

I stand firm today Not withstanding the race The speed to fast Our destiny infinite Sick and tired I am Of the segregation in us You call them apes Fighting for grapes In the white mans schools Question to you, should they not school? We can't blame the lord We can't curse our parents Choice of color we have not Choice of birth place, beyond our choice. You call them monkies You call them ugly No! Look at her Her hypnotizing beauty. Her deep sensation beauty. I wish I was dark. A friend to me she is. A sister to me she seems Till our hair turn grey Our bond shall exist . Love them all, cherish them @ Tha Formidable Cheru

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