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all that's black ain't brother
1.
white people
come in all colors
their systems sink
past skin
anchoring into bone, mind
flesh, heart and soul
it is geno-suicide
to minstrel aliens
but some of us do die
strangled by our own
hands
2.
some of us
selfishly think that
self starts
and stops
with i
dream not of peace
but money, don't
dance, hate
our energy
and lust for
an equal opportunity
to turn the screws
see that
black boy over there,
he's white.
Written by Kalamu Ya Salaam
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