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Feel the feel of Indian value (Indian brother)

I hate it when you look at me like that.
I can taste your loathing,
I've always been able to
Feel your anger,
Even before you touched me.
Your hate seethes me,
Burns off a layer of my skin,
A layer of me.
How much longer before I lose face?
Indian brother, I remember your love.
I remember everything about you,
Before you turned face
And became an enraged adolescence.
Who are you now, Indian brother,
Who would so soon deface his tribe
For a football scholarship.
Every day adds another emotional scar
On our clan, but as long as
You continue with disdain,
I'm sure, I'm positive that you'll
Never feel the feel
Of Indian value.

April 6, 2004
Suge


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Feel the feel of Indian value (Indian brother)

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