But..no one comprehends nor makes amends regarding our sins.
What you don't know is...
I'm using the illusatory nature of language to contort your notions...
Those facetious things that birth impetous intentions.
I wish not to receive them and those that adorn them are beneath it.
With the blood of my people, I've committed great acts...yet...
We stumble through the earth a byproduct of the past.
Bequeath yourself of unoble tendencies and align the traits with thee a great leader.
I don't mean to assume the character that boasts her intelligence but the more I write this gets deeper.
It's not about the stacks, cash, bones, and dubs but
my driven motivation sees that I qualify to collect all the above
So what have you done?
Because though we share the brown skin
I refuse to admit a failure as my kin
Morally insurrect and mentally suspect you are no bloodline of mine
And it's time the world recognizes
What you see by association of our color is not a representation of my sister or my brother.
Those idiotic symbols are the canvas of mediocrity...
yet my people are a beautiful thing...we....are a masterpiece.
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