Racists seem to more vocalize,
A hatred for their kept hidden agendas.
When it has been discovered to reveal.
They have spent lots of their secret time,
Mulattonizing their known to be shown...
Hypocrisies.
And the pointlessness,
To keep their desires to treat.
Kept continuously denied by lies.
To believe,
What is obviously seen can be deceived.
"How dare you."
How dare I do what?
"Be so obnoxiously observant.
That it appalls me enough,
To notice without being disgusted."
And I see,
You are not limited to contradictions.
"I have my prerogatives."
And believe you are privileged,
To contradict your hypocrisies.
Whenever you wish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem