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Orphans.
We are all God’s children, black white, brown No, not black, not white certainly not brown; those are the ones with the bombs even though they are the ones who most closely resemble Jesus Christ on a cross; we are all God’s children wrapped in His loving arms unless your loving arms are a woman’s…
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spine.
you don’t matter to the people who walk along your spine in military-issue combat boots lined with the skin of your brothers bite the fucking curb wear the flag let it wrap around your throat and suffocate your thoughts- drink the water. where is the remote? behind the couch with the bible and your stash…