if you had your way jim crow would dance again. make a
mockery of what happened way back when segregation rained
and thunder covered cries. any other words will never
justify. tell me who's to blame, because i'm choking on
your rage. you fucking disease. you sicken me when your
hate's shoved down my throat again and again and again.
tell me that you've earned superiority. every word you say
is plain ignorant to me. totally ignore our country's
history and the future, which you spite, of its equality.
so it bothers me. when you open your mouth derogatory ugly
rhetoric comes out. well, your rhetoric is something i can
do without. your stupid jokes don't seem too funny to me.
i get the feeling that you're sick of hearing about the
fight. then close your ears and i'll fucking scream it
every night until you learn... or until you walk away.
that, my friend, would be humorous to me.
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