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Take the black-London man,
And tell him he is African-American now.
I’m putting the pictures to the old lady’s face,
This is your vacation,
Do you remember now?
Do you remember, he pardoned the flies,
And stalked down the deer,
Who would have begged for mercy,
If it had our humanity?
Do you remember how she would declare peace on earth,
And then eat in the hopes of drowning her own rage?
Do you remember the little fucker,
Who proudly put forth his blood right,
In place of the bonds of loyalty.
Do you remember the people who were supposed to help,
Who made him a throne to sit on instead?
Because he was willing to let them rape him,
Just so he could have a history to overcome.
Do you remember what he refused to overcome,
In the hopes of better crutches?
Do you remember the regret which grew and grew,
Until it had pubes.
Do you remember when we became strong enough to let go of the regret,
Just to realize,
At this point, it could only lead to more regret?
Killing, for some reason is wrong.
And I remember the fat bitch,
Who scoffed at my mom,
For being such a fat bitch,
I remember agreeing with that bitch,
And not being able to say so.
I remember drinking the bottle of water,
And inviting the comparison.
I remember accepting the fact I could get beat,
And reconciling it with the fact,
I would slap her either way.
