white people
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Romantic blood and majestic past;
Flatter the abused, give them scraps,
Or they’ll ask for respect.
Maintain a system
Of perception.
No, don’t call it oppression.
You are made of gold --
Lil white boys
Yes, you
I am talking.
For once, I am taking up space
Listen.
What are you, scared?
Your shelter, Your illusion
coldblooded, halfhearted
this eternal masquerade
You are wasted rotten
with mirrors gold;
reflections twisted,
subconscious mold,
ice-cold camaraderie.
Dear White People...
tell me you understand
band together
in time of umbra
ban together
and stuff me in bras
I find it peculiar That the patients in God's hospital look familiarI feel like this is Alcatraz, a display of the insaneThe asylum has no change, am I to blame?Same first-world suburb issues that could be easily forgottenAnd why does God's undefi
