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I was sitting in a lobby,
My child was playing Madden,
In walked a woman,
Her view was very candid,
Amidst these lines she sat down,
Hadn’t seen her before around town,
This opportunity was why I presented myself,
Behind her legs I began to melt,
Black lives matter much more than U think,
Brooms grew instant as we looked and blinked,
A constant figure that unlocks the pliers,
Releasing the grip she so desires,
My child understood the presence would shake,
Endeavored by the woman I could take,
Remembering his mom and the looks that would kill,
The dilemma were the brooms that took actions wheel,
This may seem a bit crazy at first,
But along with desire it becomes a curse,
Knowing that the lobby is a gateway to hell,
Shear factors of action is enough to sale,
The product of a black child begins the path,
In the fatherhood schemes of a bloodbath draft,
The lightskin Afrikaan is the worldly hereafter,
His comical new testament of souls he captures,
Don’t get me wrong, I do love the middle,
But Im no fool to the pharaohs riddle,
Seek and destroy the fur to the race,
Leave them distraught inside their own place,
Pick up the jewels you waited for answers,
When to strike a different chapter,
Annul her love as a sign he craved,
Type his wrongs as a devil in the game,
So common a word, the devil, describes,
The lightskin black and the woman’s pride,
At this time you may see a little bit of his action,
But give it some years and you’ll know his satisfaction,
Apart from the race only one individual stood,
Connected to unequals of the Robin hood,
Many are the girls in this border town funeral home,
Many are the variables lessened right from wrong,
Outside I know that a chance is there,
If I serve platinum I know they care,
And so the reputation of a tan exist,
Just a chance to break home before his wits,
Encase me his sequel in this small border town,
So I can hold on to my Victorian crown,
Middle is a chance that something is equal,
Yet, to my resources no one has leaded,
The flesh without word that U connect to verbatim,
Lightskin, Darkskin, the light is unleveled,
How can a man get capped with God,
For the future the bible calls,
In her wisdom outside the pain,
A cave in of sorts that tantalize the brain,
The meaning is true upon acceptance of speech,
What it means and how I’m in with God deep.
