there was desire and wanting but shame and darkness and loss
and next thing i know i felt the need to peel my skin off
you make me feel dirty when you look at me that way
as if brown of the skin is the same as some shit stain
i'm ugly
(you say)
i'm fat
(you say)
i'm alone
(how the hell do you know?)
but who would want would want a nigger with black nappy curls??
those are the things you conveyed in that look and
i will not own your diseased mind
nor your cruelty
nor allow you to pierce me with the thorns in
deathly savage looks
but this much i'm certain that your kind is dying
the dinosaurs are your people
who are fearful of time and future and change
Dinosaur Man you and your people are slipping away
and none will remain to mourn you or your devilish hate
so cross the bridge to oblivion
take stairs down to the abyss of fate
and stay there with those like you
there is nothing for you in this World
no room for what you name "vigilance"
and we who despise you name "grievous mistake"
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