The Cotton Book: Politikal Vote Or Creation Of Business? (Lost Pages) Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe

The Cotton Book: Politikal Vote Or Creation Of Business? (Lost Pages)



if you plan on staying in a country comfortably then i would politikal vote
though that's not my aim
me and mine are aiming for that island to buy
and i will be there by myself getting my arts on
so creation of businesses in a few countries are best
although if you politikal vote just make sure you have a PAC
which is Politikal Action Committee
and if you in America just make sure religion is either the original Islam from Timbuktu or Christianity from Ethiopia speaking in Geez and get the correct literature too
or refamilarize yourself with the Book of the Dead to interpret your own version....

Thursday, October 25, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: today
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
just being real as always cause when you switch up from being real is when you become fake....and that holy being was a librarian but that won't be told either and i know that from visiting the UK museum in Huntingdon seeing their version of a Jesus and i got kicked out of it for "knowing too much" regardless as a soldier they didn't care is when i knew they had no respect for me with or without the uniform so what makes you think they got respect for you? I took notice though and kept on moving knowing what i know now and in the future if colorism doesn't stop you are going to see Crips everywhere and Bloods everywhere and KKK everywhere to MS13 everywhere to Fraternal Order everywhere to Gay Pride everywhere to etc etc etc and black culture and brown culture and white culture and pink culture and thats basically boys with men and girls with women all to themselves and teachers are molesting girls and boys left and right increasingly in the US and i tell you this is the nation where criminals are made of and glittered in gold and prophets are the entertainers to include adult and kid stories...and i didn't write the stuff they did but i write i write and type pertaining to me and mine like my big cuhz got murdered a few years back and i wrote about one of our towns we lived in which only the people from the town and news archived knows about....
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