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Jul 2011
i'm a man, who
carries his
*****
*****
like a knife,
ready to tear
into the skin of
white america.
i'm a man, who
holds my head
high, and
my back
straight, and
looks down on
anything
that tries to
hold me down.
i am a man,
a black man,
who walks over
the bridges of
my black sister's
bodies, forgetting
the times when
i ****** on her ****,
drew out her power
through her womb and
called it
revolution.
Written by
stokes
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