Born and sworn into a con
Adorned and worn out from our scorn
Non of our merry morns thought of this con
Till our power pawns unveiled our torn dignities long gone
…gone from the freedom we won
With blood at liberty’s deceptive morn
As we filled White brutes with Black puppets
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 4, 2021
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3 replies on “THE CON OF SCORN”
critical race
all about tha place
so man
as a white male
i long ago set sail
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Torn from a dawn grown for a crown
From a home running for a crown of hope
Born into a dusk of a ruining storm
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🙏🙏🙏💙
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