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Words Ain’t Got Power Over Me (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz-LA)

Let it be known that trash is trash
And trash collects in the home
That’s where all hate starts
I got your nigger
I got your faggot
Right here on the tip of my tongue
And I’ll damned if I let a human word
Have power over me
What “black” person
Couldn’t be sympathetic
To equality for all?
What “gay” person
Dare be turned off
By another’s race?
Riddle me this
When Lincoln freed the slaves
Where did they roam for 100 years
Before they had an American vote?
There was low income housing
Or trailer parks
Riddle me that
When Matthew Shephard was killed for no reason
Didn’t it make you think of Southern lynching?
Wasn’t Harvey Milk assassinated
For being himself like Luther?
They died for human rights
All hate is the same
And I’ll be damned
If I use any of my God-given words
To hate
And if I were you
I wouldn’t either


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