Poem Sixteen

you could never build my asylum
cry the tears that we abide in
walk the roads that we fight in
history we might bend
here is where he died in
ever had a tattoo
drawn with a rusty knife
digging in your skin?
well the Owl did
please excuse for
the interruption
I called for 100
black bloggers
not a black
bitch sucking
off
a white cat
trying to get
the children
mixed up
like you
this is my
word
my mind
I know you
reading
I’ll be
damned if
I repeat
what it took
for me
to be
what the
fuck I
never asked
to be
could you
please
at ease
off my nuts
children gots
to eat…

I bet you read that wrong
you lost from the rhythm
don’t remember this song
didn’t learn this beat
don’t get the inside joke
don’t know what provoked
don’t sense what I’ve
invoked
you lost
but you still
taking
my
words
my
thoughts
my
pains
my
tears
you
fuck
runinteldat
I
am
light
in
the
dark
call
me
black
intelligence
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