Black forks endorse white's culture but with less they fall for riches, while they should honour their black nation (unrewarded struggle) and I'm not saying I'm innocent in all of this
We overlook the fact that we're special than any other race, while we're ashamed and not proud of being black
We have a tendency of fighting for almost everything. without appreciating one another, when one gets a higher position will feel superior and push his or her own race aside
As we lack democracy and have no clue about the new world order, we vanish into thin air and censure whites for our life's failure
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