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Can we have a moment of truth?

Where we conclude that people are selfish and gracious all at the same time, And use their ambitions as a means to an end when its game time.

Are we all walking facades finding fault in everyone else but ourselves? Not realizing the same measure we use to judge those around us, is being used just as maliciously as the poison we secretly seep out into the universe.

“Shame is a bad thing you know, it keeps you down…” inwardly at least, but outwardly you smile and perpetrate because the social condition says to.

I’ll blame it on being built Ford tough to last, while dying inside as you continually reap the benefits of a shamed past.

And at the end of the day it’s all a matter of survival; survival of the fittest but more importantly survival of the elect.

Who motivate us all to believe their the one’s here to “serve and protect”.

And yet, we’re dying.

Too steady trying to build bridges over stained existences we ourselves have yet to comprehend.

Broken hearts it seems don’t just happen and don’t easily mend. Being built up, only to be torn down.
It’s no wonder a woman scorned can’t help to do anything other than frown.

And you blame it on being Black…Ooops! I meant brown.

Way to talk about a flawed perception…Stupid me?

No, stupid you for thinking it was the enemy filled with deception.

Unfoolish and intricately guised,
Internal conflict ridden with lies

Blinded by a thought process that was never true.
Learning to believe in people and things, before first believing in you!

Confused by a reality you can’t believe to be your own, forced to kneel before earthly thrones...

And yet most of us don’t even know where we call home
Laying our heads on pillows unreflective of our own..