Written By: D. Collins 5/7/25
Mr. President, you have a bitcoin run by your family.
Wouldn’t that be the definition of selling prestige?
You went at Hunter Biden claiming that’s what he did.
But you’re putting dollars in the pockets of all your kids?
You want Canada and Greenland to be your accomplishment.
Yet, rundown and deport those not of Caucasian descent.
The World has color which shines so beautifully bright.
That means this country will never again be Lilly White.
Mr. President, are you there? Are you hearing me out?
This ain’t about red states down in the Dirty South.
I step to you because of my bewilderment.
As to why I pay more for drinking Heineken.
The new becomes old, and no one notice
When the old was new, there was a motive
To plan ahead and take liberation back
When negros were mistreated and under attack
Before then, we were royalty with a mighty purpose
Before being enslaved by the ones who convinced us, we were worthless
We were transformed from riches, and they took our land away
Only to be brought to America on ships and made slaves.
Now the time has come to set things astray
It's time to revelate our mind from a sleepless state
No more being controlled and put in shackle
My black race let's take over and show them we matter.
We are going to have the courage to fight every demon
With God on our side, they're going to pay for every beating
So let's not sit back and be afraid anymore
Heaven is unlocked, and "My God" is walking thru the door.
To save his people his most precious Jewels
With our spirit being reborn into a diamond of renewal
The time has come, so just say goodbye
Because this Caucasian race will fall on its side.
Old picture seldom
You can see them
I have the chance
To see one hid by time.
A photo album of my
Grandpa who still
About ten years old
Together with her mother
A pre-colonial spanish motiff
The mother wearing filipiniana
My granpa in spanish suit
Its tainted black and white
In the mid-40's to be exact.
The affluence appears in the dress
The jewelry are sparking
From necklace, earrings to rings
Speaks the rich colonial era.
My granpa is of Caucasian Spanish
Descent, demonstrate his long
Pointed nose and his white skins.
My grandpa is gone, we, his genes
Are continuing the goodness
And the good deeds of my granpa
He's a teacher but an a-class carpenter
By propession, he's character is strict
That he don't want others overseeing him
That traits we inherited until now.
The old picture hangs in the corner
Of the room and in our memory lanes.
Salting Hat giving decree,
degree
of completion of indoctrination,
degrees of separation
from traditional Caucasian ity accepted,
kiss fraternal ring, Universal Educationing, University
Graduate hereby agrees
to continue to "play the game" within the bounds of our set ideology-hierarchy in Society. So mote it be.
i don't go to the beach anymore
my emotions go insane when i think of the bloody footprints in the sand
the wrong decisions made are like half my body eaten by sea carnivores
the waves give me migraines to the point where my equilibrium has eczema in its whiplash
the sun melts my skin to the point of an electric shock straightjacket
if my heart was chocolate milk, i would become so pale that i would have to classify as caucasian
i went to see a seaside doctor, but all that she did was smile at the view
i went to see a specialized counsellor, but all he did was stare wonderingly at the view
i tried to make a friend, but all she wanted to do was shop for her new oceanfront condo
instead i decided to give God a try, and all he did was Listen
i want to go to the intracoastal waterway
i dig the peace and its careful directional flow
eventually lower blood pressure and ultimate Peace of Mind will lead me back to the ocean
until then, God Is Not Through With Me Yet, and i will never be done Listening To and Believing In Him....
She said I love men of racial renown
and madly lust after dark, white and brown.
I told her though Caucasian
from the eyes up I’m Asian
but mama, I’m black from the waist down!
Written: March 2014
My eyes are green, but dimmer than they used to be.
I'm Caucasian, but my skin's stained dirty.
I used to be only four foot three
with ten extra pounds, but now I'm too skinny.
Have you seen me?
With shaky knees, a camera records me
at a far-from-home gas station lobby
as a stranger holds my hand so I can't flee.
I pray to God that someone will save me!
Have YOU seen me!?
What I've had to experience no eyes should see.
Blood-curdling screams were my helpless plea,
as utterances received more cruelty.
I used to be unsuppressed and free.
Have you seen me??
I'd plot my breakaway to no avail daily,
but one day he dozed off while watching TV.
Intoxicated, he unguarded the key.
Scantily clat and hungry, I fled frantically.
HAVE you seen me?
I ran like that dream when my legs are like jelly,
lacking muscle tone and stability,
but I wasn't far from the public library...
Now I'm re-united with my family.
Have you SEEN me?
It's difficult to live with my reality.
I visit a therapist regularly.
Friends took a while to recognize me...
...now five foot four, once four foot three.
Have you seen ME?
8-7-2022
The world is a spicy pot of diverse races
that exhibits colours pleasant on different faces.
Each race revealing features distinct and unique
of varying hair texture but uniform physique.
Oh yes, you know undoubtedly that I am black.
But still my black heritage does not prestige lack
because my black beauty is revealed in the dark.
Oh yes, you all know that I am Caucasian white,
with my magnificent ocean blue eyes for sight.
I am blonde, brunette and red haired with fair skin light.
Oh yes, you know that I am oriental yellow,
having traits distinct that nature itself did bestow.
We look alike but vary from fellow to fellow.
Oh yes, you know I'm middle-eastern or Indian brown.
I adore my skin tanned and hair black as a crown.
I have a pleasant heritage of Asian renown.
Doris's cause of death will probably be:
Dementia, at age 100
~ Character Cause of Death Profile ~
Death
Probable age of death 100
Probably cause of death Dementia
Other likely causes Cerebrovascular Disease
Chronic Lower Respiratory Disease
Lung Cancer
Noteworthy funeral attendees Anthony Maya Garcia, aged 101 - husband
Basic Information
Name: Doris Read Well Garcia
Nickname: Old Doris
Reason for nickname: Descriptive
Date of birth: Tuesday, 23rd Jan 1934 (Age 88)
Star sign: Aquarius
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Social class: Middle class
Religion: Christian
Education: Some college
Course: Sports science
Political views: Far right
Relationship status: Married to Anthony Maya Garcia
Career path: Athletic
4/14/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Juno's part Akbash, part Caucasian shepherd.
A beast of a dog, as fierce as a leopard;
Around all the children, she's eager but sweet.
As big as a barn and as tall as a horse,
A mane of white hair that is matted and coarse.
Woe to the coyote she happens to meet!
At barely a year old, she's just a big pupper,
Especially when it is time for her supper,
And you would not believe the size of her feet!
She stays up at night, watching over the goats;
The chances they're bothered are very remote.
As guardians come, she's the package complete!
"It’s 2022 some of our Caucasian brothers and sisters;
Still thinkN like them, their ancestors
I’m indentured renounce demented
Whipped, cut almost raw to the bone;
(Mentally-spiritually unwrapped;
Shot N tha back;
Git yah! Knee off mine neck;
Been sheltered now left alone;
Fending to myself;
On my last breathe a runaway (help us Lord);
Beaten and dismayed ( MY NAME IS MR. ? not boy );
CAUCASIANAL OBCESSION FOR UNEQULITY-
A slave just tryN to make it in modern day?
USA"
2/16/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
"Show me god" the non-believer shouted
this male Middle-Eastern Caucasian king
sitting on a cloudy throne who doubted
his creation and punishes them when
he made me this way it was men who penned
religious texts from imagination
dogmatic laws or suffer damnation
clerical hierarchy power hungry
men reciting inane narration
I replied to the atheist bluntly:
metaphors exist in all world writing
seers understand science of their epochs
the universe is something from something
tell me what did the process develop
design is all nature in a toolbox
energy, frequency, vibration lives
in all matter, in all space, and it drives
me to breath, eat, drink, sustain my lifetime
the purpose of life is not to survive
but harness God inside and out and thrive
How obnoxious is Meghan Markle?
The one who married Royalty, with a
ring that makes a whole room sparkle?
Turns down flowers from her Caucasian
father?
Then makes a video insulting her mother-in-
law, Elizabeth, the Queen, why bother?
Melissa McCarthy, playing the Queen?
She should only have such class.
A foul-mouth, tawdry comedianne, and
Hollywood and the Woke Crowd just laughs
and gives her a loving pass?
To such depravity and grossness, we do
howl right along?
Tell, me do, whatever became of honor
and respect, as crudeness is our new
national song!
I pray both do come to their right mind.
Disrespect for parents in any form is both
ungrateful and most unkind!
8-8-2021
~1~
Commandment Four:
Honor Thy Father and thy Mother
Edited. Apolologies for having her first name spelt wromg!
KUDOS to Tom C for telling me. Thank you,
M. Obama whined to the world about white flight
(Caucasians fleeing urban areas as minorities move in).
Implying a racist slight against P.O.C communities...
but why would any sane Caucasian want to live
where they're increasingly unwelcomed
and disproportionally targeted for crime.
Why would they want to open a business
when dreams will be dashed by looters and arsonist
with the first sign of civil unrest or otherwise...
Why would a Caucasian raise a family
when their newborns will branded as racist.
For that matter why would any sane person
want to live in a war zone of
perpetual blame bitterness death
a Darwinian survival of the fittest
where people ARE judged by the color of skin, not character.....
While M. Obama is frothing about white flight
she's nestled her B.B.B in an 8 million dollar mansion
in the heart of Martha's snow white Vineyard
(ground zero for the privileged)
talk about the epitome of a hypocrite!
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