Check my papers to see who I am
Handcuff me & take me down with a slam
Twist & pull & push my hand
Trying to treat it like a rubberband
I smell rape on your breath
I see the flame in your chest
I see you already passed the test
Proved you could Nazi orders
By militarizing social boarders
And suck the ____ of weapons exporters
These rich white men hold the keys
That keeps half OUR race on our knees
Dependent on a slew of celebrities
That only mock the actual complexities
Too bitter a truth is our children's pain
Especially when it's engraved with our name
Not even god can prove they're the same
In this 'life or death' race game
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem