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Fair

 Is it fair to wake up to the shaking sunrise

as it sets, as it rises

Covered in a white blanket of poverty and vulnerability 

fair or dark alike, choices and consequences

Waking up to the woke war on the outside and the conservatives bottle it on the inside

America, stepping like a child, into a vast ocean of surprise

Be alike yet different

Is it fair to me?

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