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Submitted:May 28, 2012    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


THEY busted my belief ,
then they kicked me in
the stomic.
THEY told me to leave,
or i might be found dead.
THEY put on thier white
sheets,and yelled at my brown
skin.
THEN they pointed to a burning
cross, where JESUS once lived.





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