i awoke with feverish pride
too early for work but too early to die
horns echoing out of hoods of blue
casual candor over peoples' doom
i am yours now, you societal beast
i prepare food with love, a neverending feast
destined for love and the greatest happening
they still spill our blood over colin kaepernick
they play with us but we aren't them
that white american village, with a virtual blend
of the melting pot, aimed at peace
poured over jobs, or the feelings - at least.
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