civil rghts
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Do you see me?
I do not need the sun. I like the night.
Do you see them?
They do not need the sun. They like the stars.
One day when there is only night, I shall be the sun.
I am the chosen one.
Me, Black
Afro
American
Product of rape
Product of hate
Product of product;
I reproduce in self hate;
Me.
I sit in the front of the bus.
I stole pack a cigs from the store
I took off for the chase
No weapons on me by any chance
My homeboy running with me we got away
Then we see a cop so stop
Nerves running down my body
