"Sick Poem
Am I just being defamed for no reason?
I desire your remedy, nowhere in the market.
No cold, pain, or ointment,
No bananas, milk, or fruits,
My black color is not a chameleon,
Behold, it's a lifelong illness,
Where the price of loyalty is the whole life.
Admit it, now resolve, recognize it,
This is my very own poem that's sick,
It's been...
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