So now I see
What I need to believe
That the snakes around hate independence
They will steal from you at your most defenseless
Then kill you without repentance
Junetheeth is suppose to be celebration of my people
But people have been acting evil
Taking advantage of another man
Was not suppose to be apart of the plan
I wake up everyday
And wonder is this time my family makes my life go away
After twenty of suffering by people who claim to have the blood
I come to the realization that hate is all we are made of
They don't want what is best for me
They could care less about my fail psychology
And soon... They will be the reason my life ends in tragedy

This poem is about: 
My family
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