The Blacks/Les Noirs
Suffering..
Eternal Internal ruckus.
Fast blacks rant in mortal combat.
Hand to hand, man to man.
Conflict played out in left brain right brain squared circles.
Wrestling match in the confines of six by nine timeshares in free fall.
Going one to one from the chest, striking pressure points with clinched fists.
Reflexes instinctive, Punching from a boxers crouch.
Grapple with the Doppelganger of the past. Negro split personality
Shattered mosaics reformed by force. Reduced to intimate battles by
proxy....

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