My son, your troubled eyes search mine,
Puzzled and hurt by colour line.
Your black skin as soft as velvet shine;
What can I tell you, son of mine?
I could tell you of heartbreak, hatred blind,
I could tell you of crimes that shame mankind,
Of brutal wrong and deeds malign,
Of rape and murder, son of mine;
But I'll tell you instead of brave and fine
When lives of black and white entwine,
And men in brotherhood combine-
This would I tell you, son of mine.
tOO ALL you tooting haters shame on yall, i love you all xoxxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxox, hate love
Lmao imagine losing your kids then dieing from cancer freedom monkey
have some more chicken have some more pie it doesn't matter boiled or fried
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I would like to translate this poem
lol she died forever
shes haunting you fatty