Black Power |An Interracial Eminem Fanfiction|
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  • Reads 18,670
  • Votes 859
  • Parts 34
  • Time 1h 29m
Ongoing, First published Sep 10, 2015
"Look, that was who you were. And I may just be a skinny white boy with out a clue about how the black world works, but I know this: people are like onions. The farther you peel, the more you'll see. Black power officials are extremely tough onions to peel back, the hate and fear binds them together. I'm just glad you aren't completely immersed in it all."

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