I wrote this back in 2004 when I moved from MD to south GA. The amount of racial hate was so overwhelming, from all sides. It was a big culture shock for me even though I am originally from the south.
Trash
Yes, we live in poverty
We own no mansions, yachts, or diamond rings
We come from southern ancestry
Where life is lived quite differently
We still live in yesteryear
Bash a nigger, bash a queer
It's how we keep away our fears
It's how we bond with our peers
We will lie, cheat, and steal
As long as it will close the deal
Then later on, we'll be on our knees
Asking God to forgive us please
We know that we have elegance
Even though we have no eloquence
And our station in life is on the fence
Do you think maybe, we're a little dense?
Poetry by LacyxDevine
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Written on 2022-03-16 at 21:05
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