Poem.
The whites called the blacks this
The blacks called the Mexicans that
Then Asians came along
And changed everyone Else’s song
To a slur thats shrill
When it was already known very well
That words could kill
History repeats itself-through you
On the dark side of the world where you live
Whats the slang on a name to you when banners unfurl
But now comes along
Same gender loving community
Requesting their dignity
And history rolls over to repeat itself
Where the slang is a he/she
A flag, a plunk, a dykette
Being the new etiquette
Cause history repeats itself too, you see
On those we should really call
Members of the Gay Community
And its more than you expect
When you flip a coin
Know’in it has two sides, when true that’s not!
Two sides and a thin edge makes three sides to a coin
Cause in life that’s what we’ve got
Three sides to a coin-Two sides not
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