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Aug 2015
My silence lives in the middle of my chest.
Engulfing my lungs into the poeticness of Black.
It inches up my throat,
Clinging onto my esophagus,
Chokingly.
My silence suffocates me,
But my voice still wants to Scream.










© 2015 Kendra Bowman
Kendra B
Written by
Kendra B  California
(California)   
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         Lior Gavra, Poetic Thoughts, Joseph Paris, Rapunzoll and jia
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