EVERYTHING CLASSIAL NOTHING RACIAL

arks full of it’s own & more

safe-boxes to vaults / weak drawers to basements

aaah… but

as my dad and mom taught me the learned money

/ of the kinds of money

(our money in the hands of those classes)

I already have where to fall alive & kicking

after each qualitative assault

to the colorful centers of the classial moneyand

not the envy-money

That’s why

from the beginning I told my dad and mom

that when I grow up

I’m going to make money

For all those who are not owners yet

/ of their workforce

—now without force / now without work—

just because at the end of our rainbow:

“There is no pot of gold”

my dad and mom taught me love

: They taught me love from afar (and figure it out

they are no fools) / they taught me love

closer (fully fenced)

but so

my dad and mom they taught me love

so much love—

that anyone would say:

here is enough love for all

: But how rare:

precisely because of lack of love

my dad and mom

will die separated

just because they did not have enough to pay their share of love

learned by amoramas of whites & and for money:

love’s here / love’s there-

all the love of it’s lovely laws

: white love as snow and its climate / black love

/ as hatred and its force

amoral/ inmortal

pure love pure love

such a love

that would allow one

to fall in love with itself and feel reciprocated

What’s up my love?

let us imagine: Love lessons by correspondence-

guaranteed or they give your money back

: To my dad and mom

they were taught to teach me

such a form love

as one who says: You shall love each other

That I’ll pay

OR:

love me that I have more money than he…

come to our supermarkets and choose

/ a form of love that suits you better

Love decease?

When was the last time you saw yourself in one

of our amorous mirrors?

And my dad & mom cum for the last time

after making the love

they were taught to teach me

teaching me love, my dad and mom,

they taught me real love

despite all the kind of lies they were taught

those who paints white—only for whites

those who count money for more money than that

those who fell in love with themselves

/ and are matched

that’s why

I made them see —to my dad and mom

That when I grow up

I’m going to rebuild the love & other pieces of oblivion

so that when my children come with their children:

they’d have

I’d have

You’d have

We’d have

to show and teach them

after a good day at work

without any particular nor private color among workers

/ Multicolored and poor

nor particular near private money to buy

/a few colors

without an expensive Love with a favorite color.