There was accuracy, there was truth.
There were theories then there was this:
For the freest entity to ever live;
Is a white, heterosexual man.
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Aeolus (Poetic Storm)
PoetryPoems by a black girl in a dark world. (Cover by L_A_JOY)
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There was accuracy, there was truth.
There were theories then there was this:
For the freest entity to ever live;
Is a white, heterosexual man.
