“They come and go, like annual fall of snow”
I can’t change history
Can’t change the skin complexion which makes you despise me
I can’t relocate all my poor people
Can’t relocate wealth in an effort to make us equal
I can’t support families with crime cash
Can’t support the police by selling their drug stash
I can’t receive preferential treatment
Can’t give an affluently, and therefore worthy complaint
I can’t go church
Redemption lies not within a religious monarch
I can’t teach young minds to hate those who differ from them
Can’t teach them to trust a hypocritical cultural system
I can’t undo time
Can’t undo the poverty that has become mine.
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