suppression
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May your freedoms exist in writing and enchant you with hopeMay your liberties inspire a change in your soulMay your fantasy of a perfect reality be taught in school classrooms
I am the bird of the weeping
willow. I whine and sway
I cry at bay.
I toss, I turn – I yearn, I wish.
And whisper to plead,
set me free from the swaying,
the willow that whispers.
Closed walls, walled hearts
narrow halls, hollow parts.
A man alone, set apart
Black Turnstone, hidden heart.
High throne, thin skin
Love everyone
thou shall not kill
thou shall not covert thy neighboors wife
give to the poor
hate gays
pro war, fuck ya 'murica
wanna hear a joke? women's rights
This gracious land beyond the seaForetold by prophets to be nearA land far better than you’ll be.
A time has passed but all I seeAre kingdoms lost–forgotten yet “dear,”This gracious land beyond the sea.
The black mother could only shed one solitary tear.
To see her only son locked up for having no fear.
For being proud of his color, character, and his dream;
After all she planted the seed.
I DON'T ALWAYS CHOOSE TO TALK ABOUT HEARTBREAK
SOMETIMES I WANT TO VENT
LAY DOWN A PIECE OF PAPER AND GO AT IT WITH MY PEN
BATTLING ALL MY EMOTIONS WITH THE STROKE OF MY INK
LET MY FINGERS DO THE TALKING
In a world full of technology and communication
we all end up in a seemingly endless situation
in a world full of thinkers
and hopeless drinkers
the endless lovers
and overbearing mothers
