Tell me why
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I feel this everyday. I have this overwhelming desire to run for the hills, ditch the cell gathering nothing because at the end of the day I've got the equivalent of what. Who decided that I was enough in this place we barely exist which has been called the space between heaven and hell. How does every one get to decide if my skin is the proper shade of brown and when I process my hair to resemble what I have been taught is beautiful again I see myself loosing ground, how did I loose the authenticity of being me. Who decided paying bills or bill made me free. What was the rationale of those beating a altered history into my mind who created your lies that told me that my savior darned your same blue eyes. Why does the story begin with you as my enemy. Who shut the doors and windows and stoled our God given reality. How did we get here amidst a robbery gone bad. The causality so horrific as century's pass but he must be executed as you watch before it makes you mad. I wasn't supposed to walk away with my soul intacked, the reality is if you can misinformed even one minority you've served your purpose and stolen the future teaching them to not look back.
Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time.
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