Truth

Long exposure trees

and shadows

 

Freaky black things

Looking

Beautiful

 

diamonds against red and blue

green

dreams

 

I’m going back

pale

blue eyes

lies

 

Fires die

Once

Twice

 

smoke still fills my eyes

cough

cry

 

Live a perfect lie

avoid

truth

angel

 

They will not mold these

negros.

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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