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Written 07/2021
Free as a bird
Light spirited and colorful like peacock feathers
But confused and caged
Like a man without true know-how
I heard about ways to the Promised Land
How do I get there
By water or land
He talked about running through Northern hills
With my brother merchants and big city living family
But had they sent for me
No —
Sure enough
I still hear bloodhounds nipping at my legs
Running through these woods
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Maybe this wouldn’t happen in this lifetime
But our unfortunate terrors still preside
Among those who do not recognize chains on their minds
I have yet to move
So this evening I heard another flogging
So I ran towards fears of death
Free as a bird
Warm spirited and colorful like peacock feathers
Opposition had dirty hands and beat my sister
No people should feel what we feel
Yet to be cursed
Is to be blessed
For an eternity
Are we truly walking contradictions
Or failing the end
By living out the beginning?
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