Mirror Mirror I See You Whitey through the thin veneer of your cutting eyes And I explore the core of your copious rage Rage that you have been disengaged from the privileges you were promised -to be undisputed lord and master over all mankind of color- That privilege stolen from you by surly slaves Freed to walk amongst you Allowed to ape your inheritances as masters of their own fates I see you Whitey in your rage that you have been disengaged from the privileges you were promised promised by those with no such promises to give
The Bard of Appanoose
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