I don't even like grape soda like that
You organic bastard
I know I shouldn't stoop to your level
But you really make me sick
To the stomach
To the stomach that had to train itself
To take the beatings
The blows, the kicks, the water
All that water and I'm still thirsty
Thirsty for equality
Quench my thirst
Man down man down
Please put your hands down officer
I said please put your gun down officer
Or did you not hear me
Hear me like you seen me reach for that gun they never found
Still employed, make America great again
That's just a guilty conscious
What they really mean is
Make America us again
I cherish 50 because had it been 13
Where could we run
Where could we go
I cherish 16 too
Hope of freedom
Top hats off to you
I got 5 on it
Time served for a little earth
While you walk freely
With baby powder, glass
All of the above
But no one is looking for you
You weren't blacklisted
Ha, the irony
But let me say this
I'm glad you did this
I've come to notice
The more you do it
The more we stand together
The more we unite
The closer we are to becoming
ONE
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Grape Soda
Poetryjust a collection of poems that deliver my views on slavery and the world that we live in today. Thank you for reading.