i was playing jazz music
on one darky night till
a white folk came to me
he said u move or else I
he stoped i laugh till my
till my eye chooked
he said im white not black
i tell u shal do as i come
i said are u out yo samuel jackson mine
and h eleft times in the renaissance.
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christopher321 (
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Comments1
Fascinating....you've painted a picture with your "dialect" as it almost is, as well as the actual story....of this world in Harlem? What does renaissance signify? Is it a new code of existence or a new and improved way of thinking? I enjoyed it. Keep writing!
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