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She called it desperate acts
I say we had no choice
We had to find a way to survive
Non violence?
Non sense.
We couldn't take it anymore.


Slave rebellion
Some might say they were insane
Some might say they
Deserved to be detained
I'd say try getting beat, raped, poisoned, and threatened every day.
Try watching your brothers,
Sisters, mothers, fathers, babies,
And children be sexually violated,
Separated heads detached from bodies
Attached to poles.
Imagine
The horror.
Would you not go insane?
Scars
Blood
Black bodies
Lynched
Is more than enough
To go insane.
But I beg the differ
On whom
Is insane.


I beg the differ
On whom
Is insane.

Written by Nena Soldaat

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