Just words

I’m not quiet to avoid being a target

Think listen

Ring

What do I have to say to your conscious 

No just listen

Ring

Is it so strange not to gossip

I think I can go years without being

Obnoxious it’s a complicated word

Although simple the meaning

Might just sound absurd 

To the uneducated people

Talking in the back 

Is it my goal to be extravagantly wack

Unlike you I have a life owed to books

I don’t choose to waste it on the contagious terminal 

Blight of voices rotating from the back

Now rotate to the future 

I’m loud at my seminars

Multi million dollar business

And no back talk to drown it all

I admit I’m a target of successful deals 

Not dealers don’t be mistaken by your backwards ideals

Think listen

Yes you could have been there as a black woman up top 

Listen

Soon the whole earth will hail upon graces without much shock

This poem is about: 
My country
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