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Friday, March 25, 2011

poem 1

my heart is on fire
like burning love
my soul is cold
like the inside of a ice box
my inside is dark
like the color of a black man skin
i fight in my sleep
just to keep the evil off me
like slaves trying run away from them white people
but i aint seeing nothing but black clouds
out my brown eye's
and rain drops coming down
in this black man world

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