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​Twelve Years a slave,
Trumped all prior years lived as a king.
Why must I relentlessly wait for a man
Of a more fair complexion to speak up for me?
 
One friend stood with me in the Moonlight
As I struggled to accept who I was.
Soon, he too beat my black to blue,
Cowardly fitting in with the Unjust.
 
What an interesting journey hate has made.
As it traveled the fine line between admiration and envy.
Hate grew desire for my natural born thrown,
And when I refused to Get Out, it removed me through cruelty.