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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