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WARNING: this one is inspired by stories from victims of WW2 and the Holocaust, so it's a little gory.
We know freedom
Like the cockroach knows freedom:
Raw, trembling freedom.
Raise your brooding eyes
and sullen fragile face
why should you suffer
when it wasn't you
live for today
what happened then
wont go away
after all
your not to blame
A lady at the store once called me
A Great American
Beacuse I gave her an extra discount
Patriotism
With the power to change, I would change power.
The people have to struggle while our leaders just cower.
Few enjoy all the blessings of wealth,
1852.
Where am I?
What is this strange land that we happened upon?
I clutched my mother’s hand tightly,
Nearly doubling over,
At the stench of a strong sense of nationalism,
And pride,
What is Black to me:
Urban sprawl or bliss country
Jheri curl or Afro puff,
Taste of freedom or a silver handcuff
Brothers whose chains shine bright
When King made his last speech that rainy night?
