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I'm suffocating in the bigotry Surrounding me This life is so old and dead to me but it's stuck on me like a fucking leech. I wanna be myself But for now I'll be someone else
As a Chorus of Angels, May you rest in PeaceThe Almighty God will render you JusticeHe will welcome you all in His KingdomWhere there is more Liberty and Freedom.
Betty M. White was an ingenuous comedian A hilarious lady and a great actress However, this classy quasi-centenarian Was ahead of her time. Nobody could mess
These days when one googles: bigotry; One face shows up, not by hypocrisy, Not by accident. This is a darn travesty.The leader of such a wonderful countryShould not be carrying this ugly baggageOf bigotry, racism, and hate.
The race of racesshould be delayedat least a century or soor until we findthat finish line,a place where nobody knows. 
The challenge we makefrom our own mistakescould be the reasonthere’s so much hate.
If the world never turnedand the tide never roseand all of the clocks had stopped,where would we bewhat would we doif bottoms all turned topped? 
You wake up in the morning, terrified to leave your home ‘cause you know someone will shoot you if you’re out on your own. You contemplate wearing that black hoodie in your closet,
Dear America, You call yourself great, but you’re built on ignorance and hate. Your flag colors are red, white, and blue, but show us your real colors; don’t hide the truth.
Tale as old as time Sad as it may seem Privileged white man Only takes a stand When it’s for his team   Different is bad
Method of attack, Walking while black. What is your job, Remove the hijab. White man's burden, Forbid the turban. America's favorite past time, Make immigrating The Crime. Abusing, no.
America is a beautiful hypocrite. It offers greatness, but only for the ones that are worthy. The mothers who break their backs and fend for their children, only to find their hands come up empty;
Lovely that we get to live here.                                      Grateful for the hard work of someone else,                               For Chance
I look across the silent room Every chair is overturned My stuff is strewn around the floor And everything is still   The phone sits off its hook
A world divided by race, A people shackled by hate, For if there is bigotry, Then there is no liberty. Although we are different, We are all significant. Do not fear difference,
You look at me from across the quiet café
Why do you hate me? Is it cause my skin is the same color as the trees? Is it cause my eyes are a little smaller than yours? Or cause I hug and kiss just a little bit more?
I think involuntarily upon a distant shore, That placard of choice is miles away – Sweet child, I wanted more Than tranquil hope speckled with a superfluous sea, Gaspard knew before us all of the tremulous roar
They sang in solemn tunes, Their voices sweet and tender; 'Swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home.' They had come a long way to get to that day; Prejudice shook their right hand,
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