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Flying Free
I woke up at 12 this morning -
To the sound of Uruguayan bells ringing,
Harmlessly to the sound of sanity.
That ovulating smell,
Surfaced the room, cruising
Like a careless dream.
Into the crack den, those krooked curses live.
Surfacing like snakes, tormenting us
With their poisoned apples.
“Go on, take a bite,”
“It won’t hurt you.”
Expand your mind, thats what they say.
Learn and expand. Sitting there on their thrones,
Like courted angels, fallen from the depths of heaven,
To play persecutor to us. The free.
Discriminate.
Persecute.
Survive.
Learn.
fffffffffff Expand.
fdddddddddddddd Divide.
“Go on, take a bite,”
“It won’t hurt you.”
I used to think racism was racist,
But it’s not. It’s just a word,
Like and, or if, or but,
Or fuck.
They’re all just words really.
Harmless little words.
