I no speaky . . . 'cept better'n you!
Hide white-crime
behind white-erasure;
that this brown skin'll ne'er
win your view, unless
more light lights-upon
your vacuous “Truths”;
for all your Of, & For, & By;
your final-flush to nether-color,
as "Green" abuse' your hues.
Then burn in'er . . . 'till stone owns you!
Hope, however, by
heaven's 'pink reckon',
as though such hall's
called rabbits like you;
keep...
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