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Racism Ruins Lives
The sun is bright
The cars have light
We are both confused with day and night
But we both share a common intrest
In one another
What does my race have to do with love?
What does my skin color mean?
Doesn't matter if i'm brown
Or if i'm green
Love is in the heart
It shouldn't set us apart
I'm black... So what?
It doesn't matter if I wanna
Stick it in a white girls butt
If you live on color
Then how the hell can we love one another?
Get your head outta your fuckin ass
And learn to have some class
You're the one with all the money
So, what is the problem...honey?
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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