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What if I wrote randomly
Notes on a tree
Would it be considered poetry

Poetry to me?
The only thing that can put
a Blackman in jail faster
Then the White man’s law…

Is pride and anger
From a picture
I can see
How good
Life has been

I wish
I could
Jump in

And

Relive
That picture
again
A
Blues song
Is sung

I cry
With the
Memory
It was your legs
That caught my eye
Mini skirt
Fish net stockings
Stopping at mid-thigh
Tiny belt strapped waist
Breast the perfect size

Didn’t I say
That it was your legs
That caught my eye

I lied
I would laugh
If it wasn’t so
pitiful
What we don’t start
Ain’t never gonna’ be finish
Life
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