BushidoBreez
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This is for the the black child because the black child is a rose,

But there is no beautiful emaculate vace to protect them as they grow,

But somehow they bloom they blossom from the ugliest crack in a street of some forgotten ghetto,

Lord knows I shead tears for their souls,

Lord knows I pray for their souls
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love_supreme says: I like this poem. Excellent write. |
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RonnieL says: Nice scribe. Feel the same bruh. |
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