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It's strange how just a single word can kill
The pleasures of a rendez-vous with one,
Who's handsome, kind and generous; the thrill  
Of his laughter so amplified my fun;  
But he is white and I am not, alas;  
It's strange how just a single word can kill:  
The hiss of "nigger"; while some thoughts can pass  
Unnoticed even spoken. Hatred's shrill;  
It echoed round the room: a noisy till  
That changed the atmosphere, so I'd maintain  
It's strange how just a single word can kill  
And breaks an entente cordiale with pain;  
I felt abandoned in the aftermath  
Though he fired fucking epithets at will;  
The "N" word's not the thing to help one laugh:  
It's strange how just a single word can kill.
Solomon 777 - stop stealing my verses, you piece of garbage..
Written by SweetOblivion
Published | Edited 2nd Aug 2019
Author's Note
Happened to me earlier this week when I was told by a stranger when dining with sir to fuck off nigger, fuck off back to France - happy days.
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