Some true
like
God
sent
angels,
Some false
as to
the loose
ends of
an envelope
Signed, but half sealed,
Insecure.
Frightening friendships, like upper loose
gravel
Surrounding a sepulture breathing
Wholesomely
Aware of the usual
Resolution,
But, what about the unexpected
Ending?
Origins of the perils of
Pain:
Miscellaneous
definitions
on
being
black,
Based
on
the
various
tones
of
our
skin,
Not
black
or
cool
enough
by
nature,
Talk
and
act
too
much
like
white
people,
Rough
or
keen
physical
features,
Desire to socialize more with other ethnic groups instead of our own,
Too intelligent,
unintelligent,
or
not
unintelligent
enough,
Too educated,
uneducated,
or
not
uneducated
enough,
Being
a
person
from
a
good
family
home,
Being physically, mentally, and spiritually stable in
Life,
Possessing
a
color
conscious
mindset
derived
from
various
attitudes,
Unable
to
hold
a
job,
Too
independent
and
not
dependent
enough,
Not
smoking,
drinking,
or
using
drugs,
Living
like
a
hermit
avoiding
other
people,
Not
possessing
good
personal
hygiene,
Possessing
a
physical
or
mental
deficiency,
Too
black
through
words
and
actions,
Being
a
product
of
an
illegitimate
household,
Absence
of
one
parent
causing
a
deteriorating
household,
Vacating
the
ghetto
and
moving
into
the
main
stream
of
American
life.
Instilled prejudices amongst our own race of
People,
Like a threat, to some, towards each
Other
Whose whole heritages is centered around the
Steeple,
As to a neglectful
Mother,
Who never taught her children how to love and respect each
Other.
A sad situation if you ask
Me,
Instead of embracing each other to solve one's
Plea
Some would rather split the
Scene,
Making it impossible for us to live with each
Other.
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