The life of a Negro
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It is a dark world,
but I see hope.
Hope, frequently being riven apart
by the truth I was taught.
As if I was not punished enough.
My burning ache has not gone away,
like witnessing a goddess being ripped-
while the beast fed on her hell.
I was seeing a red streams and wild nothings,
stumbling, exhausted, I must try.
I might as well have been wearing shackles.
I rather throw myself at the unknown,
and chance myself than stay and know that
it meant having to forget about my beloved
In all this time I was not taken down, no.