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Dec 2010
If you don’t stop running with that gang
The gallows is at the end of the road for you
Traveling boy
Fear
His courage to live depended on how successful
It was hidden from his consciousness
They had never held up a white man before

He
Hated
His family
He knew they were suffering
It maddened him
He did not have a wider choice of action

Alien white world
They get a chance to do everything
They don’t let us do nothing
White folks
Nothing ever happens
Quit thinking about it
Every time I think of em’ I feel em’
It was a game and all white people knew how to play it

Eyes
Pensive, brooding, amusement

Rhythms
Of life
Indifference
Violence
Intense desire
Moment s of anger
Of
I don’t give a ****

His interest was caught
He leaned forward

A sense of excitement about his new job
His body hungered for keen sensation
Just keep laughing

Just keep laughing
Trying to defeat or gratify powerful impulses
In a world he feared

Why did he come to take this ******* job?

confused emotions.
this poem was created mostly with quotes from the book Native Son by Richard Wright
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