finally I can clock in until I realized I've never clocked out,
on the job of the people my people ready to be treated equal,
a country of racist evils,
as the dogs bark and the water hoses dance,
i started to ball my fists in my hands and felt my ancestors
prance around a city where there are no black and white friends,
the only thing worst than death is a casquet filled with regret,
all we want is equal respect,
roam a city of violence when black and white turn red and violet,
let's all just keep our colors inside put the rest aside and stop this genocide,
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An Equal Slur
PoetryA short collection of self made poems and view points of the world as the perspective of others from my roots in which they all digest in a pool of questions in which they seek equal and what type of equality they wish to possess.
