Loose
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"Just know,
It wasn't your fault you left
The promises you never kept
The clogged up feeling deep in my chest
Like my concious refuses to rest
Knowing I must complete the quest
When people told me being black was a form of inferiority
I wanted to hate white people,
I wanted to tear apart my own brown bones,
Spreading through the clatter of mismatched words,
And unclaimed, dusted culture,
