Realizations are Ignorant of Something

Come on black man,

What’s your holocaust?

People dying around the world

Even in America.

People being stolen

Even in reality;

Believe it or not.

Gods shuddering at some texts

About some Holy books.

Some Holy books

Need to come down to earth.

Some earth,

Full of shit

Called talking.

Talking minds

Full of nothing but thought.

You know the random thoughts

Of little kids.

You know dressed up

Like maybe they mean something.

Because thought shouldn’t be devoid of meaning.

Meaning ideas should be thought out.

And your nipples don’t need to be milk producing

To be good looking.

When they admire their enemies

And ponder defeat,

When they have the taste of something else

Then they realize

Even realizations

Are ignorant of something.

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