Rough Stuff

L Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Folks are stuck, And can't grow up... To leave behind their colors. Whites and blacks attack, And all down the brown! To be found... All around! What on Earth are we? Why can't we share humanity? And be what it is that God, Wants us here to be! The rough stuff is enough! We all are living... And times are tough. Whatever it is dividing... Has to crush this BS, To snuff. Before it chokes us, Into a ball of puff. Look at me. I'm black And I don't bite! Look at you. White... And you're not always right! Fighting all around the World. To incite conflicts to hurl... Both day. And night to fright! The rough stuff is enough! We all are living... And times are tough. Whatever it is dividing... Has to crush, This stupid stuff! Folks are stuck, And can't grow up... To leave behind their colors. Whites and blacks attack, And all down the brown! To be found... All around! Look at me. I'm black, And I don't bite! Look at you. White... And you're not always right! Fighting all around the World. To incite conflicts to hurl... Both day. And night to fright! The rough stuff is enough! We all are living... And times are tough. Whatever it is dividing... Has to crush, This BS to snuff! Before this Earth we call our home... Rids us all to blow us up to dust!

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