It reeks of red white and blue here
Where he can't get in because his brown skin
Disables him from drinking a Bud Lite
And the black cop stares idly at his own
Being arrested by his white man in blue,
And blue lives matter
And black lives matter,
Mean all lives matter,
So the systematic problem is swept under
The rug where a useless statistic
Disguises itself as white privilege,
And a modern Mussolini,
Runs as a candidate to make the country
That slaughtered a man in brown,
To run from his own white-out,
To make America Great Again.
It reeks of Red White and Blue,
Where the mix of colors creates pink,
Fold it into a ribbon and present a government funded disease,
But let's go back to the scent of Red White and Blue,
Fifty stars lay on blue, the men in blue protect and serve the White,
The original 13,
Chapter 13 of my science book said we all have body parts,
My skull is your skull and we all have skulls,
But add some melanin, some skin,
It's a melting pot, a melting pot,
They brought it an unskilled chef,
Now it reeks of Red, White, and Blue.
I like to write; point blank. This is a little piece of me that I get to share with the rest of the world, and hey, you know, maybe you'll appreciate it, maybe it'll do nothing for you. But my writing exists, and that's enough for me.
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