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People don’t like, more truth then basic,
It makes me sick how the worlds so racist,
We’d rather escape it, dodge, and erase it,
Then bare the pain of trying to face it.
I fear the Complacent, for fear of the places
where tears in our faces run to our heart
but nobody sees
when we live in the dark.

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i've lived in the dark, all my blk life, so i made it a point to color my world in 6 billion shades of different colored people. which it is. i honestly believe 'race' shouldn't matter, but it does. and that's why i race ahead, cause ain't nothin' like winning. cause winners come in all shades of 'M & M's.' the truth to your poem, tastes better than... a peanut-butter sandwich.