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little the kid

Sitting in the mouth of the alleyway

What a FOOL !

                                                   ( wearing black skin )

what's he trying to prove , anyhow ? )

Here in the bowels of hell

( the hobgoblin country

Called AMERICA ! )

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tiny poet eyes

seeking the true wisdom here

//

We wallow in the cesspool

Of infatuation

Pretending to be in love

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We pay homage to images we have fabricated

From out our fearfulness

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We trade our potential originality

For the sterility of the Poisoned Pen

That marks our claim to the bounty

of jealousy and

Of possessiveness


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The little kid

Sitting in the mouth of the alleyway

the FOOL

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( true poet boy )

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we walk on by

We do not even see him there

Behind the veil of his black skin