……Maybe black stillborns are born cause no soul wants the pressure of being in a black body; black flesh and bones yells out to try me, souls were the invisible lights I felt flying by me, maybe in the night a witch will decide to ride me, and even though I can’t move, there’s a soul that’s just outside me, is it all mental from being in another man’s kennel, why is my life such a riddle. Am I man, monkey or mouse; spiritually taught self hate in another man’s house, threatening to the point of making some men attempt to hide by wearing their mother’s blouse, a resurrected hate stretches across the landscape, stunting humanity’s escape from itself.
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Words that I can feel although I am not black. This poem is powerful, emotional and motivational. It talks to all people because it is not only black but any difference that can be felt in this poem. Masterfully written in a most poetic way. This is a fave
Thanks, we have to remember hate is all inclusive, it will target itself for self destruction as well…
Nature is circular and it ends where it begins hate or love
Nature doesn’t initially create a creature that would eat itself from the feet up; anything brought to life is already endowed with self defense mechanisms and a will to survive… automatically; only man would raise its offspring to hate itself and be self destructive
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