Expression of Agression

It may seem at times, I am filled with anger and aggression. But it's just a outward reflection, of thoughts locked in surpression.  I am feeling like a cowboy . I have my pistol and Stetson, Sun shining high in the sky, and I am drawing down on racial oppression. I can tell that you hate me, by your facial expressions, and your out right rejection of my darken complexion.   Can't you see that I am a man like you. Two hands two feet, two legs and stand like you. My blood flow reds, we both have two eyes, But you still can't see I am Hue Man like you.  And blind hatred is why you don't see the things I do.  And only things that needs to change is the things like you.  My mother taught me some truth. And it's real and it's sad.  She said the reality of life, is that the good suffers with the bad. And we are about to have a show down. I am tired and angry and you know now.  I got my Stetson and pistols, we about to throw down.