Someone asked me why address racism if we all bleed the same anyways. I laughed and asked are you sure cause I bleed a little darker, a little holier. When I see your blood trickle I can tell you bleed a bit filthier. You carry generations of a diseased race through your veins. I channel royalty and life mixed with beautiful flames. Passionate knowledge pulsing into my brain. I can look into your eyes and see the teachings of my ancestors. The wisdom of ones higher than humanity. Your incestuous essence born from....who knows where. Mountains ,caves, valleys of the dead. Jealous of the beautiful blood we shed. You crave our life, you crave our essence, you crave my proof of existence. You rise up to slay us, enslave us, drain us of our blood. Slowly whittle us down, dragging our lifeless bodies through the mud. You don't intake our fluids, but rather you toss it aside. Even if we can save your life, you rather choose to slowly die. So you ask me why do we address this. Cause we just can't sit back and watch your race steal our holy essence.
