Red Blood Against False Lines
My skin is white, and I can't make wrongs turn right.
Yet, when you call, my friend, I'm ready for the fight.
For love knows no bounds, no false lines they create.
I'm here to comfort you, through any darkened state.
I'm sorry, friend, their hate I can't erase, our blood is red, their hate a false, twisted space.
Let's stand as one and break bread, bringing a new energy to this world heavenly led!
By
Eileen Casey Gonzalez
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