Slaves don't dream about freedom but dream of becoming masters that's what this Roman bastard told me, he said slaves don't dream about freedom but dream of becoming masters placed that money in his satchel then sold me. Here I am today because of sin deception money lies and grins for reasons only my God knows ,they turned my family tree into a leaf publicly say we need relief and still want us to wait till tomorrow .
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Pickaninniepoet (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Love ,peace ,forgiveness ,compassion, spiritual happiness ,self knowledge ,patience must be the foundation of the future or we will fail .I am fully aware of the immeasurable beauty in the world and wonderful spiritual gifts we all posses within ourselves. I am also fully aware of the immeasurable pain and dark secrets that have been swept under the rug through out history.My passion has no limits ,I write about both, I do not condone any hatred or violence in anyway shape or form,some times theirs no other way to tell a story,My poem called Is It Still Funny is very graphic and coming soon, please forgive me to those I offend that is not my intention, my poems help me filter my emotions to a higher spiritual place which I use for entertainment purposes and at the same time try to honor those who actually endured such atrocities God Bless All..
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