Free Speech
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I am angryI am angry because my life doesn’t matter
I am angry because my struggles don’t matterI am angry because when I get attacked in a mosque or at school it’s my fault
Ya Know... I REALLY AIN’T About THAT... !!!
Running Chat That’s CRAP To PLEASE These Clans...
of CANCELLING Gangs Who Behave Like The KLAN of Ku Klux MANS... !!!
So This... “ Cancel Culture “...
Now Seems To Be Structured To RESTRICT Numbers...
And Now Be The CONDUCTOR... !!!
of What Folks Say And What Gets Played...
Why DENY Me Because I'm Black ... !?!
Why Try To Stab Me In My Back ... !?!
Why PUT ON ACTS ... ?
Why Be Like That ... !?!?!
I'M SAYING Man Stick To THE FACTS ... !!!
My words seem void to their unchanging mind
Each crafted phrase drops to the floor
no one picks them up.
no helpful mediator orders them
to accept my earnest attempts at having them understand-
rather
To All Free Thinkers,
You wish to speak your mind?
Watch your step, beware,
And don’t you even dare
Dear Me, Hello, my troubled temptress,Goodbye, oh youthful yearnings,Greetings, deathly desires,Farewell, fated fallacies, I wish you good fortune in life,Good fertility in love, Oh, how it hurts my heartTo see one cry so very much,For I wish t
Dear Me, Hello, my troubled temptress,Goodbye, oh youthful yearnings,Greetings, deathly desires,Farewell, fated fallacies, I wish you good fortune in life,Good fertility in love, Oh, how it hurts my heartTo see one cry so very much,For I wish t
Round and round the wheel of time goes;
Where she stops, nobody knows.
As tides come red and pebbles turn black.
Name a virtue which we today lack.
We have TVs, and treadmills, and shiny things too,
America, I've given you nothing because
I'm not really sure if I have anything to give.
I've rested so long in Lady Liberty's arms i've
forgotten what it's like to stand on the outside.
Oxygen
It’s all we need to breathe.
But being able to say the word “oxygen” is perhaps,
The truest form of novelty.
Oxygen is a light molecule with a light composition,
I'm blind to lines
Except the red ones, by design,
Like loose leaf, looking higher
Seeing white, being inspired to try
By a margin of heaven
Above a sea of blue lies
What am I to you?
Don't I cry and hurt like you?
Don't I feel like you?
Aren't I someone who aspires?
Or
Am I just what you own?
Am I what you disregard?
As I looked around me I knew I was safe
But then Mommy brought me to a different place.
With people my size and a lady like Mom
I began to assimilate into the mob.
They gave me a stick and stiff napkin
"Just hanging out with a friend, Honey”
he said, with his back turned to us as he spoke lovingly
to his wife
who sat miles away, on that set of islands we call our Motherland,
on the other end of the phone line.
