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Waking up to the smell of fresh brewed coffee,
served with a hot plate of today’s problems.

Grab the keys to my future,

heading out the door into the cold world of hate.

I become aware of the surroundings with each step,
race-baiters swirling around like coconut and chocolate frosting.

Focusing on my spirits within me,
fighting each war of struggle to the brink of elimination.

Shooting messages of anger and frustration to my enemies,
hoping they will bleed out the back-stabbing memories.

I have been shot with the lingering news of family tragedy,
A lifelong mission that’s soon to be aborted.

Laying down to the smell of blood and smoke,
served with a cold glass of life’s freedom.

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