"We've Yet To Come That Far"

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    "We've Yet To Come That Far"

    Who am I? Who are we? we are the decendents of this half assed society, Where am I from? Where have we gone? still here where the "some" are still black/white and beyond, How could they really pretend that this war has come to an end? How could we elect this man, Don't get me wrong; I'm his number one fan, this is a tight situation, possibly a set up for assasination, suckers sittin' back sayin' the choice is ours, but honestly, in my oppinnion, we've yet to come that far, they try to cover it up, mouth full of lies, and the next thing you know, a great black man dies! they'll act all suprised like they didn't know it was coming, meanwhile, he has secret services, and bodyguards just to protect him while he's running, now a lot of peoples feelings are honest and true, but the ones sitting back being quiet will act out of the blue, if something were to happen the truth would never come out, history might repeat itself, DO YOU HAVE A DOUBT? but really, do you think that everybody has burned their race card, maybe, we'll see, but I still dont think we've come that far.

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    twilightidiot commented on "We've Yet To Come That Far"

    06-16-2009

    I agree we say "We are making history" when really we are making a mess. I am biracial and I always get the shun of not being black/white enough, I live in the racist south so really have people burned the race card because I see the white people look down their noses! People are always like well your mama is white so why they going to hate on you! I have asked my self the same question... and then I found an answer the race card still lives! My brother thinks he will be assassinated or something close! So once again the race card surely lives I hope one day the unity will prevail... but I must admit we are no longer in slaved for our color!

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