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Heated impatience remains to await,
Someone to come to push...
That bubble up to boil button.
To know exactly what it is they do too!
Disappointment has always been,
A killer of lip licking anticipations.
The nail-biting, goosebump thrill,
Envisioning a defending rebuttal.
To that which is too obviously a setup.
By one seeking a confrontation.
Not an ignored shown indifference!
Minds addicted to ignorance,
Are homegrown tantrum throwers.
Wanting an attention,
They are determined to get.
By any means necessary.
As witnessed by the most atrocious event,
In recent insurrection committed to do times.
If this is not given what is expected?
Prepare for havoc, conflict and confusion.
From others recruit to inflict,
Delusion fictioned twisted in myths.
Raising up roofs in neighbors!
With no one wanting to be involved.
Why are the black folks,
Chased by the media and made to respond...
To such B.S.
As if to anticipate us to sing,
'We Shall Overcome' in perfect harmony.
Wassup wit dat! That stuff is whacked out.
Just to prove what fools do?
To pay the cost at their loss?
How many times must we see,
The re-runs of the same movie?
And updated to window dress.
With a different random generic cast.
Performing convincing stupidity.
Matching a familiarity with their past!
Or closely had with ancestors.
'Here we go, yet again.
A provoker of Critical Race Theories.'
'What has been documented with evidence.
And remembered to reminisce,
Is not a theory or a myth.
But a reality that is so upsetting,
Racists are calling it racism.
That's how ridiculous,
People have made themselves to be seen!
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"Cost To Pay At Their Loss" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2021. Web. 25 Sep. 2021. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/103404/cost-to-pay-at-their-loss>.